Leon Gellert took part in the landing at Gallipoli.
There's a lonely stretch of hillcocks,
There's a beach asleep and drear,
There's a battered broken fort beside the sea,
There are sunken trampled graves,
There's 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.