Tuesday, 15 April 2014

ANZAC poem

I saw Turkish soldier’s firing death bullets towards me as I run up to the sand dunes, I heard whistling from the zooming bullets, I felt scared and afraid and wanted to run back to the boat, I smelt rusty red blood from my captain, I wondered if our troops will win.

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Jack's recount

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Jack's Phonetic Alphabet

Monday, 3 March 2014

photofunia

Last Friday we had tabloids and this is the photo of the final tug of war. I used photofunia to make this photo