Here in the Education section we love to know what you're working on in the classroom, or how you might have used some of our resources. Send in your pictures, poems, photos, or anything else you'd like to share to email@example.com. A selection of recent submissions is featured below:
Holy Cross Primary School, Kincumber
The night before the landing at Gallipoli
I peer through the darkness towards the shore’s outline and it feels like it is thirstily staring back at me, daring me with its evil eye to set foot on its beach. The idea of dying brings a sharp pang to my gut and makes me feel uneasy. I huddle to the side of the boat and I can’t keep my family from crossing my mind, that it may have been my last goodbye. Continue reading...
Corowa High School
2015 Anzac Film
A mother's love for her son
Planted in the Australian soil
Drank tears of her loss
We as a nation
Tend the tree
Like a new born
Feed with it Remembrance
Water it with Honour
And watch over it with pride
And never forget.
The soldiers fought for us then
As men fell, death took
Those who died for us bravely
Do not forget them
Gunfire, blood, smoke
Deafening soldier's ear drums
Screams, screams, everywhere
A True Anzac
T'was the 25th of April dawn about to break,
We had our rifles ready, oh how our shoulders ached.
I remember my mates silent, no-one dared to say a word,
We thought we saw some movement, but all our minds were blurred.
Some boots hit the sand, but some just sank straight down,
All I saw was a cliff face and a sea of khaki and brown.
A child's sacrifice
13 year old Jess Love painted this artwork to represent the experiences of her family in wartime. Titled "A child's sacrifice," the painting shows her father, Shaun, in the foreground. The image is based on a photograph taken while he was serving in Western Sahara. Shaun also served in East Timor, Iraq and Sinai. The silhouette is Jess' great grand-father, Ernest Gibson, who served during the Second World War.
Bunbury Cathedral Grammar, New England Girls School, Oakburn College, The Armidale School, Trinity Anglican School & Vivek High School
A group of 46 students and staff from these schools visited the Gallipoli Peninsula in October 2014. All these schools belong to the international network of schools known as Round Square. The students researched the campaign before their visit and participated in a ceremony at the Lone Pine Memorial, where they lay their commemorative crosses.
Photos: Grant Harris, recently retired Deputy Headmaster of The Armidale School.
Mullumbimby Public School & St John's Catholic School
Students from these schools participating in the opening of Re-Membering Our ANZACS exhibition by Deborah Gower at Ex-Services Club Mullumbimby on 11 November 2014. The display shows a number of wooden crosses with hand-written messages. These crosses are part of one of the AWM's First World War Centenary projects, which commemorates those who served and died during the First World War. Photos: Paul Schneider Photographics.
On that dark and gloomy April night,
Away from our beloved hometown,
We loaded our guns – ready to fight,
Frozen with fear as we squatted down,
In the feared filled trench,
The blood of soldiers lost in the war,
Down low you could smell the stench,
Dead soldiers seek the white door.
Far back they sealed the fates of us all,
With each doomsday shell,
The ones were lucky that didn't fall,
No man could escape such hell.
The Young Aussie Diggers
The young Aussie boy
No more than seventeen
Split up into groups of six
Of blokes he'd never seen
One said "How's it going mate
You seem a bit too young!
You don't look that much older
Than a man of 21!"
He then said, "Pleased to meet you, I'm Martsson
But you can call me 'Mart'
Just as they had started talking
The boat was to depart
Belconnen High School
A sea of brown flows limitless –
Dry grass clumps and rutted earth.
The Germans stand in coalesce
Prepared to fight for all they're worth.
Much horror soon is yet to come,
Inferno's close, its breath grows raucous.
Silence – not a murmured hum,
The pending soldiers, greatly cautious.
The lines of men that stand prepared,
Are shielded by their masks of heft.
Their frail bodies – under – cared,
Are all the hope that they have left.
St. Joseph's Regional High School
Ryan wrote and delivered this address for his school's Remembrance Day speech evening.
Year 6 students
Trinity College Albury-Wodonga
On behalf of Year 6 students at Trinity College, we would like to thank you for touring us and showing us around the War Memorial. We really enjoyed the statues, the movie and the stuffed horse, all these things had stories about war heroes.
We remember when we saw all the huge aircraft and we saw the light show, the gift shop was full of interesting things.
We had great fun doing all the activities and looking at all the old features and we could touch so many different things such as hard tack and all different relics.
Vicke, Ava, and Danielle, Year 6 students
Years 5/6 students
Hale School Wembley Downs, WA
Middle School students from Hale researched an Old Haleian who was lost in a theatre of war and whose name appears on the Memorial's Roll of Honour. These posters summarise their findings.
Balmain Public School Aged 11
The Unsung Hero
Mary-Anne Taylor, her mother and her brother and sisters were standing in the hot sun watching the parade go past. It was the spring of 1914 and war had broken out three months ago. Her father came to Australia to work in the goldfields but unfortunately made no money to go home. After years' worth of savings, he finally got enough money to take a trip to England. When the war started Mary-Anne's father was in England visiting his sick mother, so he joined up to fight for the British Empire. He was fighting on the Western Front against the Germans. That parade brought back memories of him and made her start thinking about when she was going to see him again. Little did she know that she was never going to see her father again.
The Unseen Murderer
The sky cries, all day it has cried
The cold sodden hearts and muddy earth are untouched
For not one but many have just died
And no goal has been reached.
Their precious lives lost, a generation wasted
Carried away by the wind and mustard gas
Erased from the earth by shells and false hatred
Their world razed while they watch in a trench pass.
Eating, sleeping and walking in their graves
Their Generals commanding kilometres away
Fighting against reason and living worse than slaves
Families praying the telegram never reaches their doorways.
The sky shrieks for the tortured men and cries
For one stone pillar cannot replace the millions of stolen lives.
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