Here you will find the Poem Anzac Cove of poet Leon Gellert
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.