This wonderful ANZAC poem by Xanthe arrived in my email box. I love the way she doesn’t tell me everything. I think she has thought and wrote and tested and wrote and read and wrote this poem. It has a sense of care about it. I loved reading it. Thank you Xanthe!
The sun glistened over the lonely hills and bounced off one
of the proud soldiers badges and hit me straight in the eye.
I squinted to see their modest uniform.
They were smiling but I could see the gloom and dread
though their depressed eyes.
I listened for the voice of the one soldier i dreamed about,
The warmth of the sun tanned my pale face nervous with
I felt a hand on my shoulder,
she was sniffing. Her face was glum and stayed that way.
She turned away. I followed her, hand in hand.
I knew what had happened,
I started to cry.
by Xanthe (12yrs) Kirkwood Intermediate, Christchurch