ANZAC+Poem

Here is my ANZAC Poem!

Poem of the Anzacs [In Campbell’s Point of View] We were young and we were proud, To serve faithfully, we vowed. We loved our mother Britain, And so keen to be in the action, We fabricated our age, Some of us had just reached teenage. We downed our tin hat, Ready for combat. We slung our rifles on our shoulder, And prayed to God at the altar, To return safely to where we belong, We soon found out we were oh so wrong.

Little did we know, The Turks were hidden in the shadow, Prepared to slaughter us, The moment we landed, they tested our braveness. Their raining bullets had us dumbstruck. We realised our survival depended on sheer luck, Many of us died that day, Under orders we had to obey.

The next few days were full of tragedy, Pain, fire, gunshots and death as described by my fellow Aussie. After the sergeant’s speech, We found out we had landed at the wrong beach. The Turks did win that battle, But at least I live to tell the tale. Poem by Uni Han