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Thursday 14 April 2016

The Soldier who never returned poem

There’s a bottle of beer in the Waiho Forks bar,
From the rest on the shelf it stands out like a star.
For its shape is old fashioned and it just might be purple
And the label proclaims that its “Ballins Four X”
It was bought a long time ago by a young soldier brave;
On his final leave home, these are the instructions he gave.
“Don’t break it or sell it, just keep it in store,
And we’ll drink it when I come back home from the war.”
He was killed overseas on the Island of Crete
When they battled it out with the German elite.
There’s a headstone but nobody knows where he lies,
If he sleeps his last sleep ‘neath the sea or the skies
But the bottle still remains at the Country Hotel,
A memorial stands to a soldier who fell,
And travellers and locals take time out to think
Of the soldier who never came home for his drink.
And somehow a glow by the bottle is shed
As poppies surround it and edge it with red,
For each Anzac Day there’s a new one to put there
And they lie like a wreath round that bottle of beer.
There are many stone cairns scattered over the land
But I wonder how many are polished by hand.
Though the cap is all rusty and outshines the chrome,
As it waits for the soldier who never came home.


We have been learning everything about the soldiers who fought in the World Wars. We have been learning how to skim and scan and get information from stories and poems.Our Learning Intention is to find the main idea in a poem.

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