WWl cinquain poem

WWI

Muddy,hungry

Fighting,shooting,bombing

Nobody liked the war

ANZACs

Pinehill ANZAC service

Today at school we had a ANZAC service. We were supposed to be quiet but I heard lots of other people from other classes chatting. Clement read the Flanders Field poem and Ty read the Ode poem in Maori and English. The musician who was our guest played The Last Post on the trumpet. I have to say he was really good. I saw the NZ flag going up and down on the flagpole. After he played the song we put our poppies on the stage. There was another song that I think was called little red poppy. We went out of the hall quietly and remembered the ANZACs who spent there lives saving ours.

Letter from WWII

Dear my loving family,Cold nights, muddy days, stew for every meal. The sound of gunfire day and night. Right now I'm in the stupid muddy trench. Shells and eggs have been dropping. I've been having a headache from all the bombs. I have been at the frontline once and I don't want to go again. I thought it would be exciting but now I regret it. Can you please send some socks and those biscuits for the other ANZACs, thanks. I wish I could come home.From your loving daughter, Phoebe.

I found this poppy for you.

Mrs Ward's WW1 quilts

Yesterday Mrs Ward showed us her two quilts made out of her grandad, Gainor and his two brothers Ernest and Alban's letters. Ernest died on the 22nd of August 1918 and Alban died on the 29th of August 1918. Ernest died by having a wash in a pond but the Turks threw a shell/bomb in the pond, unfortunately he died and his family was sent a telegram from the telegram boy. Seven days later Alban died but nobody knew how. Gainor survived but he went missing. The telegram boy had to go to the house again but he didn't know that he was just lost so he kept the letter. Later he was found and he is 93 and still lives in the same house in Devenport.

Article by Phoebe Lin

Nature

Nature

The trees are dancing

in the wind.

The leaves are bungy jumping

off the branches.

The birds are chatting

to the sun.

The flowers are wearing

beautiful dresses.

The clouds are playing

dress-up happily.