Poem:
At night we climbed a ridge
from the beach up to where
the Turks stood over us.
Finally we were equal warriors,
cresting like a wave,
not washed against a fiery cliff.
We held our ground for two days.
At daybreak, their leader –
a great man with a pocketwatch
and a whip – rose up.
His men surged towards us,
firing from their motherland,
and we fell like rain.
When the snow came,
we left our dead behind.
Connections:
I went to camp and we owned it for 2 days.
In the morning I climbed up a rock near a beach in Samoa.
As I was standing in the water at a beach, the waves were coming forward like the Turkish people did.
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