DIAMANTE POEM

 

ANZAC POEM

  

ANZAC POEM

There were people that I saw who were fighting for their country and falling because they got shot.

In the distance I can hear bombs ringing off and loud gun shots from fighting in the distance.

There was a sense coming from my nose because of all the smoke from the bombs and blood from all of the people bleeding

Inside my body I could feel a bullet going through my veins and the ground vibrating.

In my mouth there was dirt and mud when I fell on the ground.

My body felt disgusted from all the bodys on the ground and proud for fighting for my country.