Peyton’s Anzac Poem
Anzac DayWhen I think of Anzac Day I’m sad but also happy. Why I am sad is because most of the army die but they die well saving the world. I’m happy because I love Anzac Day cookies .
Anzac DayWhen I think of Anzac Day I’m sad but also happy. Why I am sad is because most of the army die but they die well saving the world. I’m happy because I love Anzac Day cookies .
Anzac Day reminds me of how horrible it was to go to war. They did not have any treats. Their clothes were like scruffed rubbish. We say least we forget, it means remember the solders who fought for us. The
ANZAC DAYArmy tanks, soldiers, guns as well all in the great big war. First go all the soldiers and the guns. All at home safe and sound and remembering the soldiers that fought for our lives. by Hannah
ANZAC DayANZAC day looks dark and terrifying It sounds like bugles and gunsANZAC Day smells like smoke and bloodIt tastes like bully beef and jamThe sound of music makes people sadPoppies grow where soldiers are buried By Thisuri
Anzac DayAnzac Day is red and brown.It tastes like bully beef and jam. It sounds like sad music drifting through the air and guns shooting in the sky. It looks like red blood and poppies with dark, gloomy air. Anzac
ANZAC DAY PoemANZAC DAY is red, black and green.It tastes like Anzac biscuits and Anzac cake.It smells like gunpowder and smoke.It looks like dark and gloomy.These are the heroes of New Zealand.Areeba
ANZAC DAYANZAC day is red, black and green. It tastes like dusty apples and it smells like gunpowder.It sounds like gun firing.It looks like bullet shells lying all over the ground.
All the brave and the excited soldiers went to war but some of them didn't come back.The ones that didn't come back are still where the war was and a poppy grew.But most of them came back but then died
ANZAC DayANZAC is red, black and green.It tastes like gunpowder and smoke.It smells like burnt planes.It looks like fire everywhere.ANZAC Day reminds me how brave the soldiers were.ALI
Anzac Day Not all the soldiers came back from war. Let’s not forget the ones left behind. Once where there was war now lays a field of poppies. It is hard to believe the sound of guns used to be
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