Wednesday, April 25, 2012

An ANZAC Day poem, by John

We're deaf as a dodo, can't hear.

We're smart as Trudon, no longer exist.

We're loved and were loved

As much as you.

We're dead under the ground

Like worms in the ground.

You cared and will care,

That's why you put poppies

At our graves.

5 comments:

Courtney Moody said...

Good work John
I really liked your poem
The words you used were great i got a great oicture in my head
keep it up John

By Courtney

Anonymous said...

That is a nice poem, John it explains a lot. So well done!

Mr Fitzsimons said...

This is great writing John. You have put a lot of thought into your poem and so created some vivid pictures through your words.
Keep up your blog entries Room 13 and share with us what is happening in your room.

Courtney said...

Awesome poem John. I like the way you thought of lots of describing words. Keep it up John!

William said...

Nice ANZAC day poem John I could imagine the poem in my head because it was so cool.