The New Zealanders at Gallipoli
Anzac Cove
Anzac Cove.
(From Leon Gellert's “Songs of a Campaign”)
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.