Ben's Anzac Day Poem

Malcolm Gibbs, my Great Grandfather

Malcolm Kitchener Gibbs

Malcolm Kitchener Gibbs

Guns fire all around
People falling to the ground
My great grandfather firing away
Trying to avoid his doomsday

A machine gun he was firing
Work that was extremely tiring
Yet still he went on maintaining his ground
The war overtook and was soon all around

My great grandfather and his friend
Willing to defend
All the countries under German ruling
The ANZACS not giving up dueling

But all of a sudden his friend fell dead
My grandfather knew he’d be forever embed
But quickly moved on and called a retreat
He knew this was best to avoid defeat

But during this dangerous and cautious retreat
A bullet shot through, revealing blood-red meat
He crawled through the bush for days on end
Owing his life to his very good friend

Over the hill he glimpsed his final destination
With his last ounce of strength he pushed on for his nation
He rushed to the hospital with the help of a mate
Hoping death would not end up his fate

The hospital ordered him to be sent back
Bringing nothing but some stuff in a sack
For days he travelled on a big hospital ship
Enduring a long, laborious and terrifying trip

When he finally reached safe dry land
He was glad to be on soft silky sand
And meeting back with h is beautiful wife
Soon he was able to restart his life

Thank goodness for my great granddad
For without him this life, I would never have had.

Benjamin Narbey - written at school in November, 2017