War Poem

In Room 5 we had to write a poem about the war because over the next two weeks we are learning about Anzac day. We have read three books about Anzac so then we had to write a poem that reflects what it is like to be in the war. Here is my writing hope you like it.

The ground is hard and muddy too, I fight the war for you

You should not forget, though I lay in poppies

We lay where we die on the battlefields, where poppies grow

We stand up tall and proud to fight the war

people die when the gunshots blow, now it is time to go  

We fight through the war when we have had no rest for days

Rest and hope is what we need, we lay on hard muddy sand bags

    Rest, rest, rest, we need this to survive the war

But we fight on for you to have freedom

The soldiers march and march to the dawn parade

to remember the ones they lost in war

The trumpet blows, people are silent to listen and pray

that no one else will die.

The trumpet ends and people are still silent

They place poppies on the soldiers graves

they say we will remember them at every dawn and dusk