Why do we cheer those brown-faced boys with pride,
Why do dense crowds press round on every side,
Why do we throw them flowers, our hearts aglow?
Well—turn a minute to three years ago.
A moonlit beach—a cliff of scrub and bush—
The creeping, crowded boats—a breathless hush—,
A cranch of keels —a leap, a shallow splash—
And then Inferno, thunder, blaze and crash.
“Straight as a bayonet”—riddled where they fell;
Hacking the wire, across that strip of Hell;
Those untried heroes—husky and blood-drenched—
Hurled back the Turkish outposts —and entrenched!
The thing that was impossible was done!
From the beginning thus have Britons won.
So, year by year, in words of fire and gold,
The Anzacs’ glorious landing shall be told
2) She married a widower bank manager in 1929, when she was 61, She died in 1941. Great Poetess and Congratulations being chosen as The Classic Member Poem Of The Day. Great poem, a Tribute to its heroes
After the war, Pope continued to write, penning a short novel, poems—many of which continued to reflect upon the war and its aftermath—and books for children.
'The Anzacs glorious landings" Great war poem and tribute to it's heros.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great Tribute to its War Heroes. Excellent poem