Kyle+Jacobs

Hi, this is the wiki of Kyle Jacobs. we are exploring the aussi involvement in Galipoli THE LAST TO LEAVE The guns were silent, and the silent hills had bowed their grasses to a gentle breeze I gazed upon the vales and on the rills, And whispered, "What of these?' and "What of these? These long forgotten dead with sunken graves, Some crossless, with unwritten memories Their only mourners are the moaning waves, Their only minstrels are the singing trees And thus I mused and sorrowed wistfully

I watched the place where they had scaled the height, The height whereon they bled so bitterly Throughout each day and through each blistered night I sat there long, and listened - all things listened too I heard the epics of a thousand trees, <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #050505; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms',tahoma,sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; webkitborderhorizontalspacing: 0px; webkitborderverticalspacing: 0px; webkittextdecorationsineffect: none; webkittextsizeadjust: auto; webkittextstrokewidth: 0px; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">A thousand waves I heard; and then I knew <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #050505; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms',tahoma,sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; webkitborderhorizontalspacing: 0px; webkitborderverticalspacing: 0px; webkittextdecorationsineffect: none; webkittextsizeadjust: auto; webkittextstrokewidth: 0px; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The waves were very old, the trees were wise: <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #050505; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms',tahoma,sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; webkitborderhorizontalspacing: 0px; webkitborderverticalspacing: 0px; webkittextdecorationsineffect: none; webkittextsizeadjust: auto; webkittextstrokewidth: 0px; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The dead would be remembered evermore- <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #050505; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms',tahoma,sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; webkitborderhorizontalspacing: 0px; webkitborderverticalspacing: 0px; webkittextdecorationsineffect: none; webkittextsizeadjust: auto; webkittextstrokewidth: 0px; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The valiant dead that gazed upon the skies, <span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #050505; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms',tahoma,sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; webkitborderhorizontalspacing: 0px; webkitborderverticalspacing: 0px; webkittextdecorationsineffect: none; webkittextsizeadjust: auto; webkittextstrokewidth: 0px; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">And slept in great battalions by the shore.

commentary “The Last to Leave” is a poem about the Gallipoli war that was written in 1918 by Leon Gellert The poem is about the mourning the soldiers that died while fighting the axis force in Gallipoli. The poem was written to make the reader get an experience of what the soldiers felt while fighting the world war 1. In Australia they have a day to celebrate the day called Anzac day The reading of the poem is a stereotype of what the ANZACs that had to face during the war as the impossible situation that they were in and that they were very brave and they fought till the end while they knew that they were going to die. The reading is the dead are being scared to the shores of the Dardanelles and will never be forgotten (Quote). You could say the ANZACSs made a bad mistake or they were stupid, the resistance trying to fight the dominant, they should never have bothered going to the war and why are they being praised for a loss and this would be a resistant reading of the poem. The techniques used in this poem include the “ABABCDCD” technique this give a good rhyming flow he also used repetition. The poet uses a lot of alliteration, repetition, imagery and personification. The title ‘THE LAST TO LEAVE’ gives u a sad tone. He also uses negative words like “guns, bled, blistered, night and battalions and he also uses positive words like ‘gentle, whispered and silent. The ‘and whispered “what of these?’ and “what of these? Is repetition, in the title “THE __L__AST TO __L__EAVE” is alliteration, personification, giving things that aren’t human, human reference “THE MOANING WAVES”, “THESE LONG FORGOTTEN DEAD WITH __SUNKEN__ GRAVES, SOME __CROSSLESS__, WITH __UNWRITTEN__ MEMORIES”, all imagery. This poem gives Auss an identity as the heroic nation who fought till the end of the battle even though it was a stupid move, such a big loss for no reward but the soldiers were brave and bold



the bravest thing god ever made song

The skies that arched his land were blue, His bush-born winds were warm and sweet, And yet from earliest hours he knew The tides of victory and defeat; From fierce floods thundering at his birth, From red droughts ravening while he played, He learned to fear no foes on earth — "The bravest thing God ever made!"

The bugles of the Motherland Rang ceaselessly across the sea, To call him and his lean brown band To shape Imperial destiny; He went, by youth's grave purpose willed, The goal unknown, the cost unweighed, The promise of his blood filled — "The bravest thing God ever made!"

We know – it is our deathless pride! The splendour of his first fierce blow; How, reckless, glorious, undenied, He stormed those steel-lined cliffs we know! And none who saw him scale the height Behind his reeking bayonet-blade Would rob him of his title-right — "The bravest thing God ever made!"

Bravest, where half a world of men Are brave beyond all earth's rewards, So stoutly none shall charge again Till the last breaking of the swords; Wounded or hale, won home from war, Or yonder by the Lone Pine laid. Give him his due for evermore — "The bravest thing God ever made!" Gallipoli Poem

written by Syncarpia on March 21 2008
<span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt;">Australia is my home, my life, I live here with my lovely wife, But I was shipped off to the bloody war, And everybody gaped in awe, They could not believe that a man like me, Went off to fight in Gallipoli,

<span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica','sans-serif'; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 18pt;">I am on a military boat, Heading for my almost certain doom, Fear surrounds me, It’s the same with everyone in the room,

Gunfire and bombs fill my ears, So far away from all my peers, My friends were shot down one by one, My mouth watered for a nice sweet bun, Suddenly my eyes turned red, “YOU BLOODY TURKS PREPARE TO BE DEAD!”

I fired my gun high into the air, I was attracting attention, I didn’t care, I took a bullet in the leg, and one in the face, I saw many others sharing a similar fate,

I was lying in my watery grave, One of my comrades being brave, Ran into gunfire and lifted me up, Carried me away like some young pup, Caked in mud, A fight for breath,