Miss Hooper read us instructions and we constructed our poem about ANZAC and the war.
Here is my poem:
A soldiers story
We trudged through the mud cold, week and wounded.
The muds leaking into our boots the trenches are in terrible condition,
I have a terrible pain in my chest, finally i get to safety where i can rest
I was still in pain, i finally got away from the front line.
The men were wounded and have scratches and scars
Ripped clothes and dirty boots, they walked as if they had only just learnt.
We step past the dead and wounded, bullet shells scattered all over the floor.
I feel pain in my limbs i'm surrounded by my fellow mates.
“GAS!” I scream “put your Gas masks on”!
Our hands are shaking we fumble around putting our masks on
We are all successful but one man is to slow
and drops his mask the gas starts to enter his lungs.
The gas is thick now it's a dirty green colour it's difficult to see the other men all i can barely see the ground.
The man without the mask come limping towards me,
The gas is filling his lungs but there's nothing i can do i know he's a goner.
His face is pale as we put him in the wagon we can tell he's in terrible pain
his eyes are almost rolled back into his eyelids
his arms are still flailing around he's moving about his face is scratched up,
All of us know hes a gonner.
The terrable sound of blood gurgling in his mouth,
The bubbling sound of blood forced up from his lungs,
The mucus coming out from his insides,
Its the sound that no one wants to hear.
If have experanced the horrors that i have seen
You would never tell a word to younge childeren,
“Its amazing to fight and die for your counery”
These are the nightmare i will forever remember.
wow this is a really cool piece of writing!!
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