Thursday, 2 May 2024

Eastwood Primary School and Deaf Facility

Nick McGOWAN (North-Eastern Metropolitan) (19:13): (874) I would like to congratulate and send a shout-out to all the boys and girls at Eastwood Primary School and Deaf Facility. I have to make my comments brief, because these special students were awarded an Anzac Day assembly award for their poems, and so I will now recite their poems, if I may.

The blood of the brave stains the shores

The product of this incorrigible war

The young lay slain

By the water their bodies stay

Every dawn would bring a new day

and a new hope for their campaign

Among the death and the soldiers toil

Came the poppies from the blasted soil

That is by the sensational Angus Betts. Congratulations, Angus.

The second poem:

Pieces of lead flying through the hazy air.

BANG, BANG!

Bombs eco blasting towards you,

Ever so slowly getting closer and closer,

Sleepless nights;

Not knowing the time;

Time what's that?

Every soldier knowing

The one worded truth … Death.

Awesome job, Nate Newmarch.

The third is a beautiful poem by Kim Nu:

Crashed onto shore

With no sight of light,

Gun shots echo

As soldiers protect themselves

With all their might.

Bullets blast in the winds of war.

Many made sacrifices

For our future.

Their hope for living

Didn’t last too long.

Their mission, to survive.

Faded was their battleground,

Filled with dead.

“Evacuate the land!”

So, they did.

The next day appeared,

The sound of war had vanished.

One sound still remaining,

The glorious sound of peace.

Years later,

A shiny red poppy grows,

Where once had been a war.

These mighty soldiers who had fought,

Should never be forgotten,

For the things they have done.

On Anzac Day,

Tears are allowed,

Lest we forget

Great job, Kim.

Last but not least is superstar Amelia Crawford, and hers is titled The World Is Here.

The world is quiet here.

We run against the mud, tears that our eyes will flood as we stand side by side we shall not try but yet we are to die.

The world is different here.

Our battle once fought when there is blood on the floor as our past haunts the present of the war we once went to never return as we try to earn.

The world is loud here.

As our bullets once shot fly through the air that we can’t bear as we fight for our lives, the ones we wronged to make right.

The world is silent here.

Our fallen soldiers wounded who will always be wary but forgotten to be weary as we descend into the dirt our hearts are to hurt.

The world has disappeared. The world is not here.

ANZAC Cove full of empty souls once fought the land they own and so …

lest we forget our hearts filled with deepened sorrow.

The action I seek is for the Minister for Education to share with me in congratulating these young primary school children.