Friday, 4 April 2014

Anzac Poem

Anzac

Being shipped off to Gallipoli
The wretched feeling of being sent out to war and may not coming back
Grasping the rifle tightly in hands
Five minutes to go
Making prayers
Bracing for impact
Crash!
The door is down
Machine gun fire left and right
Artillery fire spewing dangerous Shrapnel
Soldiers dying all around
This is my duty
This Is War…

The End
By James













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2 comments:

  1. You have created some very powerful images here using some sophisticated vocabulary. The addition of the line at the end makes a big difference to linking to the theme. The short lines had real impact.

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  2. James what Mr Harper Travers said and I loved the last seven lines I can see a photo in my mind

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