ANZAC

ANZAC

Its cold, wet and muddy 

There are guns being fired 

Bombs set off

It smells disgusting here. 

There are cannons being fired

Aircraft are dropping bombs filled with poison gas.

There is lots of smoke, tanks firing shells.

 I hate it here, I  want  to go home.   

                                                   

From your loving son Jasan

learning about animals

We learned how to take care of dogs and how to use a stethoscope on  dogs. Also we learned that there are three types of chickens one is a farm chicken another one is a cage chicken also a free range chicken.

                        

Poem writing

The dark, gloomy entrance whispers...come in.

The cold, bitter wind hits my face

I can smell the salty air.

Taking one step back,

Shall I run?

Should I go in?

By Jasan