Some more ANZAC poems with shining detail, great rhythms and strong moods. Thank you!
The sky is black as coal.
My heart is pounding.
As my mind wanders
The unstoppable sound
of ammunition surrounds me
The rats scuttle uncontrollably,
brushing my feet with their wiry fur
This is a living hell
Campbell, Year 7, Age 11, St Peters School
The spearhead of a mighty empire prepared for its doom
Shells and machine gun fire whistle overhead
Unnoticed danger lay ahead undetected
Awaiting its chance to snatch it’s first and last victim
Drifting closer and closer
The call of mine goes up among the ship… but too late
Boom! Molten steel and shrapnel goes flying
The spearhead is gone
Despair is in the air
LEST WE FORGET
my name is Samuel, year 7 and am 11 years old and i am at St Peters School.
In the trenches
The gun shots pound
The soldiers tremble all around
The bombs go off
The shrapnel spread
They take their guard and
Storm the land
where none shall pass
Some will lose
Others will win
But they will always be remembered
My name is Alex K. I am year 7 and 11 years old. I am at St Peters School Cambridge.