Dear Dairy

Dear Dairy

Life in the trenches

In the trenches cold and wet.

I fire my gun trying my best.

I feel terrified as the guns fire up above our heads.

We fight in any weather thunder,hail,rain and sun no matter what nothing can stop us!

On rainy days the trenches will flood and collect the blood the drips from the top to the ground.

In the trenches we sleep without a noise,mice and rats come to join.

Everyday we do not shower,not even if we stink, we have to live with it in the trenches its called life.

The trenches are pitch black at night,we do not have no light.

We have to deal with the noise of the guns firing,but not at night.

I have not forgotten about the smell it smelt horrible in the trenches as i said its called life!

We hope we live to finish our life.

Letter Home

Dear Mum and Dad

I just arrived at  ANZAC cove with alot of other soldier's. The shore is rocky and the sea's where rough. When i got off the boat  the gravel crushed under my boots, when i walked alone the shore i looked up at the HUGE mountains and i could see our foe's trying to shoot at us.
Be home soon

From Your Lovely  dauthger Shakanna 

Sister Of The South by Emily Rodda

Ivy Screamed as much as furry terror, the eagle dug its claws into Ivy's back making her scream in pain! Then she turns into a..

Book by Emily Rodda

Im sure people who like fantasy will like this book

My Colour Poem!!

Colour  Yellow!!

Yellow is the feel of happiness! 

Yellow is the look of a book from the book store.

Yellow is the smell of a rotten banana.

Yellow is the taste of a banana flavoured fruit brust!!

Yellow is the sound of a baby chicken chirpping.

Yellow is the feel of a bird pecking at you.

Yellow is the look of a toy ball!!

Yellow is the smell of a flower.

Yellow is the taste of a cake yummy!

Yellow is the sound of laughing under the summer sun!