Tuesday, 15 April 2014
ANZAC Poem
ANZAC poem
I saw my buddy die and rusty blood was going everywhere.
I heard BANG! BANG! And my buddy died painfully.
I felt rumbling under the ground coming closer and closer I was getting scared.
I tasted yucky smoke going into my mouth and dirty air also gun powder going into my mouth.
I smelt rusty blood and dirty air and also gun powder going up my noise yuck!
I wonder if my family is okay and I wonder if I will live.
Monday, 7 April 2014
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