Gallipoli
Do you think the rains will break
He said to his wife at the morning wake
It’s the 25 th of the month you know
And time to plant the crop to let it grow
Outside there were dark clouds gathering
With a spot or two on his face falling
Perhaps he’ll be back to help with the harvest
And things will be back to best
On a foreign shoreline there were figures lying still
Some on the beach scattered without a drill
Lying with his face turned up to the sky staring
There were raindrops falling on his face uncaring.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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