Tuesday 16 April 2013

ANZAC POEMS


                                                                     War
                                                    Horrendous, treacherous
                                                   Fending, leaping, attacking

                                          Tragedy, no man’s land, home, paradise
                                                        Living, loving, playing

                                                                   Freedom 
                                                     By Reid
 
 

War
Mortifying, Horrendous

Killing, Commanding, Fighting
The less we forget

War
                                             By Noah
                 

In a place called No-Mans-Land,
Made of disgusting mud and dirty sand.
Bloody days and sleepless nights,
This is where the Anzacs fight!
By James
                            
Men littered around slowly fading away
Remembering the journey and lifelong friends they’d made
Close to breathing their last breath
Hoping it won’t be long till they can finally rest

Men grieve for those who were friends
Asking why it was them that reached he end
Tears fall softly as the war rages on
Conquering those who have lived long

When will it be time for going home?
Adventures aren’t meant to last this long
Sighing with head hung low
Why did thias seem fun so long ago?

 By Tessa

                                                                                             

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