Anzac poem

At the moment in room five we are learning about Anzac Day so we decided to make some poems about it and use this photo to guide us . Here is my poem I have wrote. 



The ground I rest my feet on is hard and solid I then feel it shake I know we are under attack,
 as it is happening I can hear my mum saying goodbye  and this might just be my last time I can hear her sweet voice call out to me.  

I then fire to save myself, but it’s too late because I find myself lying on the solid ground,  where the poppies 
Grow, 
it’s now the end so I must go,
You will remember me as I stay in your hearts 
Lest you forget, remember me.