Thursday 23 April 2015

ANZAC Poem

ANZAC Poem

Gun shots 
That horrible sound
The last sound I heard
The leave dancing around me
I fell, that was the end of my journey
They go on without me
They left me, lying in the trench.
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  1. Anonymous26 April 2015 at 21:56

    An excellent Anzac reflection Georgia. It clearly describes the sad destruction of lives through war. Keep up the great work on your blog. Ka pai.

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