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.
Anzac Cove
Leon Gellert
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Poem topics: beach, lonely, sea, wind, gentle, mouth, silent, broken, valley, sound, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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