ANZAC Poems

ANZAC
The smell of death.
 The taste of blood
We will remember them who fought for us.
The soldier that died and the poppies that grow.      
by Annie.

ANZAC
It  feels like   people   dying.
Anzac is  red   and   black.
Taste like   Anzac   biscuits.
Smells   like   blood.
By   Chloe   Ireland.

ANZAC
Oh Oh Oh it's sad the blood is gripping down and poppies  every  where
I don't know what to say
It tastes like Anzac biscuit
and looks like blood.
By Alice.