Memorys

When my eyes slowly fill with water,
I think of guns and man slaughter.

I still hear the screams coming from the hot desert land,
Where the soldiers lay deep buried in sand.

Now when i look at that once blood soaked floor,
i think of that violent time we called war.

As the poppies come up through the ground,
I dare not make a sound.

The pain and agony i was facing,
the war was not worth facing.

To all those soldiers that lost their lives,
To all those husbands that left thir wives.

Lest we forget.

Memorys

Jasmine Miller

Joined March 2009

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I wrote this poem in grade six and just managed to find it now.
It is written for ANZAC day.

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