Thanks for all the poems you sent in over the past few days. It was a real treat to read them all. I couldn’t post them all but I could tell you all loved writing and I look forward to reading more poems from you over the year.
Poems are such a good way to remember, to celebrate, to mourn, to show something about the world we live in, past, present or future. Real or imagined.
Here are the last ANZAC poems I have picked.
I stand in the trench, hidden in mud
Men all around me covered in blood
The explosions stop
I wait to peek to see who has won
Until I hear the deafening sound of a gun
All hope is lost
My heart stops
We all are shot
Now I am lying on the muddy ground
I painfully and slowly rise
But everyone else has a still body
And lifeless eyes
lest we forget the soldiers that gave their lives
This is my ANZAC poem my name is Zoe F. I am a year seven at St Peters School.
Poppies of remembrance 🌹
Petals like an ember,
They sit in the ground,
They help us remember,
The gunfire sound.
Together the poppies look just like a fire,
And as the poppies grow, the fire gets higher.
Lest we forget the men who have died.
Jordan H, I’m in year7, I go to St. Peters Cambridge and I’m 11 years old.
Lest We Forget
25th April is a day
where we remember,
a day when many
lost their lives
on the battlefield in Gallipoli.
Though it tore families apart,
it also bonded them closer
as each battalion,
group and contingent
fought collaboratively as one.
young and old,
representing our country
100 years on,
we carry their stories,
in our poppies
to our hearts.
Lest We Forget.
Ewen W aged 12, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch