My ANZAC day poem and article
Hello everybody!
I have made an ANZAC day poem,and a chart for ANZAC day.ANZAC day is on the 25th of April.The Australian New Zealand Army Corps,(Write down the bold letters.What do they spell?) landed in Gallipoli.
This is a map of Gallipoli:
The red blob is where Gallipoli is.
This is a chart* of how many people died,wounded and how many there were all together in an army.
*Information from http://encyclopedia.kids.net.au/page/ba/Battle_of_Gallipoli
How sad is THIS?!?!?!?
So,so that we remember how many lives were lost,I have created a poem on it.
Hope you like it!
ANZAC day poem
We will remember them
1,2,they all march down,
They all march down,with a frown.
They don’t know what is coming next,
But,they all would wish for the best.
They meet the opponent,ready to charge,
Their army was very large.
But alas!They had major fails,
And most of the women wail.
NO!This wasn't meant!
They should have regretted having them sent.
They landed in Gallipoli,
The number of soldiers was very sparingly.
ANOTHER OPPONENT!What’s going on?
World war one!Again,upon!
Annoying,that’s what it is!
It sends everybody into a fizz!
But others DON’T CARE!They want others to fight!
We care,and that isn’t right!
When they came back,only few came,
And we could list all of the names.
We still have a poppy,we still play a drum,
And we will still remember them.
By Maya.
This poem talks about Gallipoli and other places.
Here is a photo of me in the cenotaph at the Auckland domain.
Hope you enjoy ANZAC day!
From,
Maya.
Excellent confluence of your poetic and research skills.Another piece of great work,Maya princess!
ReplyDeleteThank you mum!I will do more like this!
ReplyDeleteAn inspiration , darling, for us to go to the ANZAC Day Parade and remember the poor, solitary, forgotten 1400 Indian kids as well,who died in brutish warfare in the middle of a foreign unfamiliar land, and their parents who neither saw their sons remains nor knew how they were treated ! In the words of Wilfrid Owen :
ReplyDeleteWhat passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Poetic excellence Maya! Very informative article! So proud of you darling!!😄😀
ReplyDeleteThank you Vigi patti!
DeleteA lovely poem Maya! Informative and very moving.
ReplyDeleteFrom daddy's workmates :
ReplyDeleteDylan :
A lovely poem Maya! Informative and very moving and shows perception well beyond her years.
That’s one smart kid you have Rajesh. You should be very proud.
Cheers
D.
Ben :
That was amazing!
Def got her Talent from mum’s side :P
Clayton :
That poem is straight from the heart, beautiful stuff. I was impressed with how she has referenced her source data for the casualties table, very clever.