Thursday 4 April 2019

ANZAC poem




I have been waiting for a long time for someone to shoot my hat on the other side,
so when they shoot my hat we can shoot them with our guns,
my shoes are getting muddy,
we need to fight,
we need to rest and we all hope we survive and came back to our family safely.

When we die we lie in the ground and above us there are a field of poppies,
remember us, remember us at flanders fields, if we don`t get rest we get weak and some might die,
Remember us, remember us, remember us, remember us.