The clouds

  the clouds  

The sun is beating bright light down on the clouds.

The clouds are making shapes

but after time they slowly change.

The clouds move as slow as a snail.

The clouds are as puffy as a 

marshmallow

Poppie poem

Poppies
Red,bright
Marking,growing,standing
Poppies represent killed soldiers
Remember

war poem

War

Hopeless sad

Shooting dodging killing

A scary bloody place

Terrible

Anzacs five senses!!!!!!

It smells like a burnt tree

It tastes like mud

It sounds like a lion roaring

I would feel sad and terafide

It looks like a rubbis dump.

Anzac letter

My loving brothers. Its my turn on the battle field soon. I broke my leg by falling in a trench. When ever I 
get back in my trench  I see my friends. Every night and day boom boom bang bang! happy birthday Noah
say hello to mum and dad from me. Sorry I have to go now.I need to go to no mans land hope to be with 
you soon bye.

Pinehill school ANZAC service

Today was our Pinehill school ANZAC service. Me Clement and brenna had to talk in front of the hole school. It was a good time to remember the people that fought so that we could have the life  
that we have now. when it was my turn to talk in front of the hole
school I was scard I said William Edward Sanders and so on and so on I liked our anzac servis