Wednesday, 22 April 2015

ANZAC poem

In the  feed were poppy grew beings the war.

The poppy start lying down.

The war is get bigger and bigger as people come.

bang crash.

People are getting hurt. Bang clatter.  

  The Poppy's are going.

The war is getting smaller and Smaller.
                                
 
The war finally ends.

                                     By Phoebe