ANZAC Poem by Samantha

War

They shall grow not old.

In war we see dead people, guns and people running.

In war we hear boom, crash, ka-boom.

In war we feel sad and scared.

We will remember them.

Sacrifice

From sacrifice we get sadness, sorrow and grief.

From sacrifice we hear crying.

From sacrifice we smell smoke.

They feel like saying why do I have to do this?

From sacrifice we get grief, sadness and sorrow.

Peace

From peace we get joy and happiness.

In peace we hear people smiling and laughing.

In peace we smell food.

They feel happy, good.

From peace we get happiness and joy.