1.WAR.
2.Dirty, frightening.
3.Shooting, dying, running.
4.Soldiers killing the Turks.
5.Heroes.
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
ANZAC
ANZAC SERVICE
Today we went to an ANZAC service it was sad.
There had two poems and at one poem it had Moari language and English language.I put a poppy on the stage.We also sang the National Anthem ,it was hard because there was no letters.It was fun when it was the song part.
Remember poem
That was summer.
Remember when I went fishing on a boat the sun was hot the fish was touching the rod.Remember when I gone to the park with my friends the huffs and puffs the running jumping.
That was summer.
Remember when we went to a hotel the wind blowing adults talking.Remember walking, running and falling over the grass the rocks and ropes and the water.
That was summer.
Remember when I went to Ninety mile beach the wind blowing the waves crashing.Do you remember when I got my surfboard to the beach the rocks hurting us.
That was summer.
My blue Thomas t-shirt
I remember I had a Thomas t-shirt .It was blue and I liked it.It was small but amazing. I liked it because when I was little I liked Thomas but when I was bigger I only liked my blue t-shirt.I lost my favourite t-shirt because I forgot about it.It got lost and I did not know it got lost.Then I never saw it again. I did not feel sad because I had grown up.
World war 1 letter
DEAR FAMILY It is a cold and noisy day.The food is not delicious.There are dirty rats and we have to wear the same old clothes. It has a lot of blood in there.There had two fighting sides and on the middle its the no mans land!The shells are really dangerous and I can not sleep with all the annoying bombs and shells!There are a lot of disgusting mud.When it rains it washes us.When we sleep we sleep standing up.It is all hot and sunny now and it is annoying.I met a lot of friendly friends.There is always a gun shooting.I really miss home.
From Allen Li
ANZAC DAY
It smells like fire burning in the hot sunny sun.
It tastes like a stone covered with mud.
It sounds like a gun shooting K A B O O M.
It feels like sadness to lots of people when it started.
It looks like a storm of bullets coming to shoot you.
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
My poem allen
The grass is relaxing in the blowing wind.
The cloud getting burnt by the sunny sun.
The Tornado is spinning on the windy day.
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