ANZAC Centenary Commemorations

Commemorating the 100th Anniversary of ANZAC Day, De La Salle set up two marquees on Malvern oval this past Sunday 19 April; one displaying ANZAC memorabilia and one providing sausages for those who participated in Stonnington’s ANZAC March.

Toughing it out through heavy rain and howling wind, those present reflected the true ANZAC spirit. Five College Leaders accompanied by a handful of staff, donned their aprons to feed the masses with a true De La barbecue. Various distinguished guests were there to pay tribute to our war veterans in a fantastic celebration of our history.

Matthew Mottola
College Leader

Year 10 English Elective: All Lit Up

War poetry was the central theme for Term 1, Year 10 English Elective: All Lit Up.

As part of their assessment task, students were required to collect a variety of poems representative of varying wars that have taken place throughout history and that covered multiple perspectives.

Within their portfolio students provided a justification for why they had included their selected poems, researched contextual information regarding the author and the related war, and developed extended evaluations of the way in which literary devices were used to construct meaning and impact the reader.

The final component of the assessment was to apply literary devices and themes/ideas they had discovered through their analysis to create their own war poem. Below are the first set of student poems to be published within the Newsprint series.

Olivia Wenczel
All Lit Up
LATL English


By Mark Lauriola 10R

War is not as it seems

War is not what you see

War is not a good thing

War is not a game for you or me.


War creates problems

War destroys families

War is not what we see

War is not for you or me


War has meaning

War has reason

War is not for nothing

War is not for you or me


War goes on

War doesn’t stop

War doesn’t sleep

War is not for you or me

The Quiet Deaths’

By Harrison Barr 10H

All was still and silent on the front.

The breathing was heavy and woe to them,

them, who had challenged Us!

All for peace.

Fighting, hard and long, breaking,

ensnaring both in the tendrils of dreams

of power, all for peace.

All for peace.

Nigh on the horizon, red, Russian, red, flashed all over,

advancing, Comrade on the other side of Hell.

On the other side of the Hun.

But now they keep coming…

All for peace.

All for peace.

And, at last, the muskets stopped,

the whips and snaps ceased,

the shuddering final breath,

And no more.

All for peace.

All for peace. 

A Very Long Holiday’

By Harrison Barr 10H

 “Look, a war” the young lads cried,

A chance: to see and to act and to love, worldwide!”

But, as the boys were soon to see,

There is a price to pay in order to be free.


Innocence lost, and found, and lost again,

In the midst of death, from boys to men,

In tune to the guns’ brutal melody,

Helpless to diplomacy’s failed legacy.


Greater cogs turning the wheel

have broken, and failed have all appeals.

Out with coherence, in with chaos!

But, of course, that just suits ol’ Adolph.


And, at last, the firing ceased,

And there’s no end to Last Rites for that poor, poor priest.



Mutually assured destruction’

By Adam Cook 10S

 Backroom brawlers rule this scene

All are anxious, none are keen

There’s no soldiers, no war front

Only U‑boats, on the hunt

Break the ice, open the ports

All these men are out of sorts

Both sides wait, heads in hands

Waiting for the other’s demands

Nothing comes, the radio’s dead

Silent lights paint the room red

The rocket stands tall on the pad

Oh, imagine the fun we’d have had

If those monsters flew up into the sky

Leaving the rest of us to wave goodbye

To the good lives we all used to know

Obliterated in the nuclear glow.

Passion for war’

By Adam Cook 10S

The fact that the victor writes the history

Is the truth, it is not a mystery

That all true men want to leave a mark

To not be forgotten and left in the dark.

That’s why we fight, we plunder, we kill

So that we can postpone that day until

Our reputations begin to precede us

We become revered or hated, thus

Meaning that we’ve done our bit

To change the world, now we sit

And watch from above the world we adore,

Watch it react to our passion for war.




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