Anzac Biscuits

Anzac Special Issue



Words by

Ruby Burge, age 10

Pictures by

Pieta Bayley, age 9

Translation by

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A rusty tin of Anzac biscuits sits on the counter,

Her warm fingers tap on the lid

She hoists the tin into her arms and walks outside

A rusty bicycle sits on the porch.

Her warm fingers grip the handlebars and she rides down the driveway.

She hoists the bicycle up the stairs of the post office,

A rusty tin in her arms

Her warm fingers push open the double doors.

She speaks, “For James Smith”

A lady takes the tin and places it in a pile of Red Cross packages and letters.

Her warm fingers tap on the counter.

Listen to this story read by Joy here.