Anzac Poem by Aaron Pocklington 9yo

The air smells musty, it’s cold and dark
But when the soldier’s come out they mean war
I hear planes zooming over my head
And it feels like I am already dead
A sniper in the field just might put a bullet in me
We share tears of bravery like nothing else
Because this is war the other team doesn’t care
When I am in the field I am a target for them
I don’t like that, that’s why I’m scared
Because is sounds like a thunderstorm
Like a nightmare that you cant wake up from


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