This week Team 3 is learning about ANZAC and why we celebrate it. We have been doing some writing, maths, art and learning all about World Wars and life as a soldier.
Below is some writing we did in one of our workshops. We used our senses to explain what we think being at war would be like.
ANZAC Poems
I hear the guns going bang, pow, crash!
I see the four trenches 1, 2, 3, 4 - muddy!
I feel cold people snuggling together to keep warm.
I taste the ANZAC biscuits - 'yummy!'
I smell the smoke or the exploding bombs - BANG!
By Blake
I hear horses stomping and neighing in fear above me.
I see disgusting smelly rats scuttling around on the ground of the trenches.
I taste smoke in my dry mouth while I breathe, trying to get to sleep.
I feel blood hopelessly dripping off my face.
I smell human flesh rotting beneath the soggy, muddy ground in the trenches while I lie on in.
By Dara
I hear men crying their heart out with such little life left.
I see my friends dead bodies laying there in dead mans' lane.
I feel the cold breeze brushing against me, it starts goose bumps on my arms.
I taste nothing, my mouth is dry like a desert.
I smell rotten flesh on my toes, from trench foot.
By Lucie
I hear people crying for what little life they had.
I see dead bodies in the middle of dead mans' lane.
I feel coldness cling against me when I shoot the enemy.
I taste smoke breezing into my mouth from bombs going off.
I smell rats rotten bodies as they lay in the mud.
By Estella
I hear dogs barking as loud as a fire alarm.
I see poppies growing bright red as the war continues.
I feel blood pouring down my arm like a tap of water.
I taste the bombs like a cloud of dirt.
I smell dry, muddly, squelching, wet mud.
By Lexi