THE year seven students at Bunbury Primary School commemorated Anzac Day with a service at the school earlier in the month.
The service featured the traditional playing of last post and reveille and the laying of a number of floral tributes.
The flowers were then re-laid at the war memorial in Bunbury.
The students also wrote a number of poems detailing the tragedies the ANZAC’s faced and their courage in defending our country.
Amy Hulme
It’s the 25th of April 1915, it’s now 4am and I’m shaking.
Not only from it being cold and misty but also knowing soon I will be fighting for my life against the Turkish soldiers.
Trying to keep quiet so we don’t blow our cover is beginning to be impossible.
The butterflies in my stomach are not making it any easier.
Climbing into a smaller boat to arrive at Gallipoli Anzac cove, I can’t stop thinking of my loved ones back at home.
Memories are flashing through my mind.
Tears are starting to flow down my cheeks.
All of a sudden a spark appears, small but very noticeable.
The sounds of guns firing and men screaming and dropping to the ground.
The troops split up heading in different directions trying to win the battle, getting ready to prepare ourselves for the fight of our lives.
It is now my turn, crawling off the small boats, dodging guns and fire.
Hurt men and blood is all I can see as the sun is beginning to rise, screams and yelling fills the air.
Running back and forth shooting bullets, all of a sudden pain starts creeping down my neck, white lines appear in my eyes.
I’ve been shot. I fall to the ground and there I lay. We will remember them who fought for our freedom.
Charlee Birmingham
Our boats sailed in to the Gallipoli land,
The fight with the Turkish had almost began.
A spark goes up into the midnight sky,
now we are revealed with no other disguise.
Men plummeted into the deep, cold ocean.
Blood was leaking in an evacuative motion.
Sadness and screams from the bravest men,
The war has just started but we’re waiting for the end.
Finally our other boats reached the sandy shore.
Powerful missiles and gunshots hit even more.
We were standing under rains of death.
Then my heart stopped, next to me lay my brother Jeff.
With guilt in my stomach, I get to my feet.
I read a small hiding place, my face sweats and heats.
I have to be brave, I have to fight hard.
Then I hear more noises the Turkish bombard.
I cover my head there’s nowhere to run.
I look at my feet and I hear our guns.
A bright red flower is lit in the firing lights.
I receive more hope, in this dim worrying night.
Amberley Geldert
They boarded the train
Through blood and rain
They were on their way
While their family chose to stay.
On their way to Gallipoli
They did it to protect us
With no hassle or fuss.
The Turks were waiting
For them along the beach.
There were guns
And it was not fun.
Months and months went by
And more and more people started to die
Some got shot in their legs
And their bodies were at thin as pegs
While other got shot in the head
And the nurses buried the dead.
Sometimes there were moments of silence and peace
And those were the moments when they worried the least.
When the war was done
And no one had won
They all went home
And their families were no longer along
And to this day
We will always say
We will remember.