Tuesday, 15 April 2014
ANZAC Poem
I saw a roar of bullets fly past me
Like a swarm of nasty bees,
I heard rats nibbling my war buddy,
I felt the ground shake as a big hard canon ball crashed on the ground,
I tasted the disgusting unbreathable smoke go throw my lungs,
I smelt rusty red blood from the dead soldiers around me,
I wondered if I would survive.
Monday, 7 April 2014
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