Leon Gellert Poems
- Anzac Cove There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks: There’s a ...
- The Last To Leave The guns were silent, and the silent hills ...
- Rendezvous Long before the dawn breaks With a bird's cry,
- Before Action We always had to do our work at night. I ...
- Lemnos Harbour The island sleeps,-but it has no delight For ...
- The Attack At Dawn ‘At every cost,’ they said, ‘it must be ...
- The Jester In The Trench "That just reminds me of a yarn," he...
Leon Maxwell Gellert was born in 1892 and educated in Adelaide, Australia.His Grandparents were Hungarian immigrants. Leon was regularly beaten by his Father James, so at the age of 17 he began a course of self-defence lessons, which were to prove useful when, one day his father attacked him with a heavy piece of timber, James Gellert was thrown on his back. Leon, after leaving school worked for a time as a pupil-teacher until he enlisted as a private in 10th AIF. On October 22 1914, Gellert and the 10th Battalion set off for Egypt. Corporal Gellert became drunk for the first time in his life, on Melbourne Bitter whilst sailing on the Indian Ocean.
Gellert resumed writing poetry ... more »
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There’s a lonely stretch of hillocks:
There’s a beach asleep and drear:
There’s a battered broken fort beside the sea.
There are sunken trampled graves:
And a little rotting pier:
And winding paths that wind unceasingly.
There’s a torn and silent valley:
There’s a tiny rivulet
With some blood upon the stones beside its mouth.
There are lines of buried bones:
There’s an unpaid waiting debt :
There’s a sound of gentle sobbing in the South.