ANZAC SENSORY POEM

I

can see all the people at the war fighting for their land, people getting shot and falling on the ground. I can hear the shouting of the people getting shot by guns, I can hear the bombs drop by me. I can smell the smoke from the bombs near me, I can smell the blood from the dead bodies beside me. I can feel the pain from getting shot in the arm well getting off the boat, I can feel the tanks approaching. Inside I felt sad for the people who died in the war.