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?
why do you think the Anzacs lost from day one?
very deep story, i remember my dad told me about my heroic great great great grandfather that survived a plane crash, have you ever considered trying to be a poetic writer
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ReplyDeleteHi Reuben, nice try. One would find your poetic language quite interesting and pure.
ReplyDeleteHello Reuben, you've created a very unique poem, good job. You managed to capture the perspective of the Anzac's in an original way.
ReplyDeletenice try Reuben maybe next time make it rhyme
ReplyDeleteReuben, this is creatively written. I think they were always out numbered from the start, silly really to send them to war. What did you mean by your last sentence - but now I lay alongside the bullets, had once shot myself? ~Mrs Davan~
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