Gallipoli Poems - Poems about Gallipoli

A Poem Of WW1 ANZAC Day 25th April 2018 Let’s have at Johnny Turk Winston Churchill said, We’ll secure the Dardanelles, Keep our Russian trade fed. His words so casually uttered May have had to be eaten Johnny Turk was well Generalled And not so easily beaten. The naval campaign to start Was, at a price, repelled, The following land invasion Was resisted and held. After...

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In you the Dogs of War unleashed again an Expeditionary Force by sea, and in the ground in years fourscore and ten lie bones of Empire and Admiralty. How in muddy trench riflemen joining charged the lines on Ottoman ancient land, and loud shellfire through dead night and dawning fell in great battle Anzac’s...

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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...

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SANDS OF GALLIPOLI’S BLOOD On the sands where diggers bled As they came ashore, To fight the good fight, Puppets of a master’s whim Of loyalty to a crown of way beyond, No hesitation to join and follow fellow brothers here, From the land of hard toil of country life, From the landscapes of city folks, From mining deep down in mining coals, From the...

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GALLIPOLI From the Snowy River March, they came So young and free and wild Someone’s brother…father…nephew Or a mothers only child The call was made and the lads rallied round As they vowed to fight for love of country On the shores of this foreign land And as they left the comfort of their homes For their voyage across the sea Little expectations had these...

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Off Season in Gallipoli April’s bus from Lecce unloads at the fabled fish market. It’s closed. The only hint of June’s full fare is one slight stall. No one lunching there. The streets are open; we stroll at will by a weathered or a white-washed wall. Look at the moored boats. The slips are full. No one paints or mends a sail. Not one...

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Gallipoli by Robert J (Bob) Moore They came together across the sea, to this place they called Gallipoli all walks of life, class and creed, all they knew, there was a need From far and near, they heard the call, did not know, so many would fall they knew a job needed to be done, and they would do it, each mothers...

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