Gulls, wheeling overhead,
'Light on the crags,
The long, hazy day is dead,
And noon drags.
A sleeper lies on the beach
On an arm bent
Out of the waters reach
Smiling content.
A soft wind rustles his hair
On the hot sand.
Does he dream of a cool home, there,
In a strange land?
His eyes shine on the green South
On a spring day:
But the blood trickles from his mouth
In Suvla Bay.
Notes
This poem has seen to be accredited to:- Gunner "Michael Buckley" AIF
but cannot be proven at this time, hence the Anonymous category for the time -being.
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This poem remains in Oceania section as until proven otherwise Micheal Buckley was a member of the Australian Imperial Forces but for your information from 25 April 1915, when they landed, until 20 December when they withdrew, the British and Allied forces were pinned to the near vertical cliffs and narrow coves. There was horrendous carnage and epic heroism upon the ridges and beaches of Cape Hellas, Lone Pine and Suvla Bay – names which will remain forever etched on Australian war memorials. 7 Victoria Crosses were awarded during this campaign.
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Edited on Jul 03, 10:19 p.m. because ''. -
Loved the poignancy of this - just a point,though . . . if he died at Suvla Bay, he was more likely to have been a British soldier than an Anzac. It was mostly the British who fought at Suvla.
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