With tomorrow being Remembrance Day I thought I would post a poem I wrote a few years ago for my Year 6 class to help them better understand the significance of the day. I havent been able to write a decent poem for a few years..... hopefully again soon. We Will Remember Them In August Nineteen Fourteen, our nation went to war, Called to arms to fight upon a distant foreign shore. We couldn’t let Great Britain down, our Mother Country true, So off we went, a nation bold, a nation oh so new. The brave young ANZACs marched with pride; feeling ten feet tall, Off to war they hurried now, convinced they would not fall. A sense of duty swept the land, enlistments came on fast, The sun-tanned Aussie diggers were an army unsurpassed. At Anzac Cove they fought the Turks in heat and bitter cold, They lived and slept in trenches that were shocking to behold. In France and Flanders thick with mud that drained a man of will, These brave young men gave up their lives and many lie there still. For four long years the conflict raged – a war to end all wars, Our diggers sacrificed so much, upon those foreign shores. The truth of war was realised now, no glory to be had, Just constant fear and terror, enough to drive you mad. At last in Nineteen Eighteen, the war came to its close November the eleventh was the date the leaders chose. At the eleventh hour of this day peace at last did come, Just in time for many men, but way too late for some. So many men who lost their lives, who never came back home Are buried now in Flanders Fields where poppies still are grown. The poppy is the symbol now of those who fell in war Of those who won’t return to home for now or evermore. So on this day we pause to think of those who died in war, The fathers, sons and brothers; who we will see no more. Long after wars are over, whether lost or whether won, Their spirits soldier ever on; shining like the sun.
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 02:36:46 +0000
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