Monday, 8 June 2015

Anzac poem
Frightened soldiers walking across the creaking,cracking bridge, Carrying  their destructive gun and bayonets.
The scary, dirty mud, popping bomb-bubbles everywhere.
Sliced trees, falling,
Smashing and killing people.
Aidan Black Room9
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4 comments:

  1. Anonymous9 June 2015 at 17:54

    it look's like you have a good story aidan. and ben good

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  2. Anonymous25 June 2015 at 01:03

    Great writing Aidan. I love your alliteration ie creaking, cracking and bomb bubbles. Mrs H

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  3. Anonymous25 June 2015 at 01:03

    Great writing Aidan. I love your alliteration ie creaking, cracking and bomb bubbles. Mrs H

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  4. Anonymous28 August 2015 at 01:01

    I like your pet
    From sophie

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