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Thursday 6 March 2014

My ANZAC Poem


The Somme:

War goes on with bayonets,
Trenches filled with blood and sweat,
Shells and guns and gas and tanks,
Lives are taken throughout the ranks,

Death and fear surrounds the Somme,
Many heroes not known where from,
Although the battle was not lost,
Every army paid great cost,



1 comment:

  1. Wow Jayden I am absolutely blown away by the calibre of this writing! You have really captured the emotion of the genre and your poem really conjures up vivid imagery of what it was like for soldiers fighting in WW1. I would love to see this poem published.

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