Anzac Poetry

WORLD WAR ONE

Shells exploding, mines blowing

Marching through the mud below

Through the stressful day and night  

Fighting for their precious life

Bullets blasting the air filled with smoke

Family's are praying their husbands survive

Then poppies give hope

To soldiers within their sight

While poppies stand  

Soldiers fight with might                                      

Their rifles down

They spy on the enemies

Then finally they call a truce

Among everyone throughout the fields

Far and wide and it stops

The dreadfulness stops

Will it happen again?

By Noah

Poppies.

Poppies,

shimmering in the sunset,

The sound of trumpets and voices singing,

Remembering the past when world war 1 was the present.

Poppies,

To remember the loved ones and honor the Brave,

Poppys  on the open dead fields ,

Still growing now poppys all around,

Poppies,

Make us remember the ones who came before us,

In the sunset standing alone the first poppy to ever grow,

Remember the poppies sitting under the twinkling  blue sky.

So remember the sweet sweet Poppies
By Mila