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
