Anzac day poem

Today we had to upload something so I decided that this would do

less we forget

ANZAC

As the bullets fell to the ground in sync with slowly dying heartbeats and men crawling through mud and bodies, rain pounding down on them telling them, forcing them to give in. But still, they stagger on through night and day. The war was lost the day of arrival, I always hoped I would see them again but now I lay alongside the bullets, had once shot myself. 

By Reuben


why do you think the Anzacs lost from day one?

    

                                                               

Persuasive posters

We have been learning about zero waste in room 3 this term. in addition, we have mad persuasive posters and infographics us as humans make to much plastic and instead of being proactive were reactive here they are.