ANZAC LETTER
Dear family
I am sitting in this cold damp trench as i write this letter to you I just wanted to tell you I'm missing you like mad and i cant wait to see you again
I have seen many soldiers fall to the muddy ground there were mushroom clouds of fire shooting up from the ground and florescent flashes or fire burning in the Skye
I can hear the bullets being spat into the thick mud and the blood curdling cries of the wounded people shrieking in pain I can hear the mud squelching under my feet as I walk through the deep dark trench
there are enormous explosions erupting everywhere as the soldiers charge into the squelching mud. I can hear the spluttering coughs coming from the other trenches.
I am angry i don't know why we are here what is the point of this dumb war i am regretting signing up for this this is not what i expected there is no hope for this stupid war its really cold over here and you never get any sleep i am so exhausted and we never get enough food i feel really really home sick and I'm sad i cant be at home with you
yours sincerely
JIM
Lauren's Blog
Wednesday, 20 May 2015
autumn
AUTUMN
Auburn leaves slowly glide down to the autumnal carpeted earth
Unharmed leaves battle their way through the brittle air on the wise ancient oak
The goblet gold leaves submerge the jade green grass
Unreachable cherry red leaves tease me they sit at the top of the historical oak tree
Mighty oak waves its long arms through the cold air
Naked branches stand out in the open like fire burning on snow.
by lauren
Auburn leaves slowly glide down to the autumnal carpeted earth
Unharmed leaves battle their way through the brittle air on the wise ancient oak
The goblet gold leaves submerge the jade green grass
Unreachable cherry red leaves tease me they sit at the top of the historical oak tree
Mighty oak waves its long arms through the cold air
Naked branches stand out in the open like fire burning on snow.
by lauren
Monday, 20 April 2015
Wednesday, 25 March 2015
fun fair
I stroll through the excited cluster of people walking towards the
vibrant lights on the zig-zaging roller coaster I pause at the end of the line as a cold wintery breeze brushes past me. My sweet candy floss dissolves into a sweet syrup as soon as it hits my tongue it looks like a fluffy pink cloud on a stick. The carnival rides tumble, twist and flip like a supple gymnast. The loud defining music surrounds me. as i hear the faint sound of some one saying its time to go and i realise how late it is.
I stroll through the excited cluster of people walking towards the
vibrant lights on the zig-zaging roller coaster I pause at the end of the line as a cold wintery breeze brushes past me. My sweet candy floss dissolves into a sweet syrup as soon as it hits my tongue it looks like a fluffy pink cloud on a stick. The carnival rides tumble, twist and flip like a supple gymnast. The loud defining music surrounds me. as i hear the faint sound of some one saying its time to go and i realise how late it is.
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
WALT create emotion in our writing.
As the poppies grow wild, the men we care for risk their lives fighting for our freedom.
Some, under the age of 16, thought it was a chance to see the world. Many didn’t even live that long but they fell with pride, side by side.
We Will Remember Them
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