Our Thoughts On ANZAC day

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Our Thoughts on ANZAC day

A is for Australians, all brave, young and old,
N is for Nights, spent in the cold.
Z is for Zany young men, happily joining the throng,
A is for All of the wiling ones being proved wrong.
C is for Crying for all the lost souls,

ANZAC will be remembered all over the world.

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April 25th 1915
ANZACS landing in Gallipoli
A terrible mistake by allies alike
As dawn breaks to end the night
Turkish soldiers waiting up top
Letting off  their guns with a defining pop
Anzacs falling by the dozens
And weeks later grieving cousins
     

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I feel the soldiers being brave
As they fight the good and bad,
They fought so well,
They saw the dead right next to them - they looked so sad, 
We feel as happy for the Australia and the New Zealand soldiers as we should.  

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The brave Anzacs went to war at a young age, Fighting for our country’s reputation.
ANZAC day is a time for remembrance for our brave, courageous young men.
Not many survived the war at Gallipoli against the Turkish solders at the top of the cliff.
Some people remember it like it was still happening today.
ANZAC day means to me that I respect the brave young men and women that fought in all wars and conflicts. To me it also means that I thank the men and women that created Australia’s reputation of courage, mateship and larrikanism which has become known as the ANZAC spirit.

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Anzac day  is a day to remember,
The tough, strong solders,
That died a terrible frightening death,
And those worried families,
Waiting for  their young digger, son, brother, husband or father
To open the door,
And say that the war is over.
But only a very few did.

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ANZAC day is a day to remember those brave, courageous, young men who gave our country a great reputation. The war told everyone that the ANZACs were brave, tenacious, courageous and loyal men.
The soldiers had a terrible time when landing in an area with steep cliffs. The second they walked onto land they were under attack.
The ANZAC soldiers fought all those years ago but for some it feels like yesterday.
You might never really understand what the soldiers went through but how would you like to see your friends die in front of you. It’s not a pleasant feeling.
Not many of those came home to their families so let’s remember them who went to war and fought for our country. 

My Unlucky Day

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From the moment I got up, looked into yesterday’s bowl of Coco Pops and found ants forming the word UNLUCKY, I knew that today was not going to be a good day. The hot water was not working and i had a cold shower. all my undies were grubby and I missed the bus.

 How much worse can this day get?  I thought gloomily as I trudged the muddy route to school via an old cow paddock littered with thistles. I was sure I had it as bad as it comes until ‘Ouch!’ I hadn’t been looking where I was going and had trodden on a particularly large thistle. The spikes made tiny holes in my uniform and lodged their tips in my skin. One had even found its way into my shoe, getting stuck between my big toe and second. Great, I thought miserably, now I have to pull them all out.

 I sat down on a thistle-free patch of grass and started dislodging thistles. Each one felt like a tiny needle determined to bury itself in my flesh and wouldn’t come 1out. I winced as I pulled an enormous thistle spike out of my knee, then another one. The one in my foot hurt a lot. I only just managed to pull them all out, but I had temporarily forgotten my other problems.

I checked my watch. “8:50!” I yelp. “I’ll be late!” I started sprinting to school, not caring about how muddy I got, though I was cautiously avoiding thistles. But even though I ran as fast as I could, it was still 9:15 when I slowed to a walk outside the school gates.

I peered up at the sign as I usually do. ‘Liliac Primary School,’ the sign read, then underneath, ‘The Only and Therefore the Best,’ was the motto engraved in the granite arch looming above me and casting a shadow over the school, making a giant sad face. The buildings were worse, painted lavender purple in a disgusting attempt to make the place more welcome and friendly. They looked like giant purple toes to me, but I walked inside  my grade’s building anyway. Now, I thought, which room is my class in? Do we have Music or Maths? I prayed silently for Music as I listened for the sound of students talking.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted and convinced that I had a curse hanging over me. I don’t even want to think about what happened at school, how much trouble I got into for being late and muddy, and that it was Math Test Day.

It was the worst day of my life, I thought as I slipped into bed a few hours later, but I was partly relieved. At least tomorrow can’t get any worse!

The next morning I woke up, feeling rather happy. When I got into the kitchen I found not my old Coco Pops, but a new Cornflake box, complete with honey and milk. And no ants in there either, just a spoon. I wolfed down the breakfast, grinning, and then returned to my room, elated. In my undies drawer were stacks of clean undies, ready for wearing. I was on the bus early, but when I sat down all the students and driver were staring at me. Why was that? When the bus arrived at school, I stepped off and suddenly felt cold. Then I realised why they were all staring at me and muttering. Oh no! I realise with a horrified jolt or shock running through me. I’ve left my clothes at home!

                                

                                      THE END By Tzigane

The Story

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From the moment you get up you look into yesterday’s bowl of coco pops and find ants forming the word unlucky you know that your day is not going to be a good day at all. The hot water is not working and I have a cold shower, all your undies are grubby so you have to wear your Dad’s and you miss the bus. I thought my day was doomed.

However, when I got inside, for some strange reason Vikki Morley came and sat next to me. Vikki’s is only the most POPULAR kid in school. Ever since missing the bus my life has turned the right way around.

Oh! No! I think my luck has changed. Dom was charging right at me. My heart was beating like this was the end of my life. He was 2 steps away, 1 step away. He’s standing right in front of me. Then he gave me a little nudge. What? He’s not coming back for more. Kids always go home with broken noses because of Dom Presley. But today he only gave me a little push.

This day is going from weird to weirder. All I want to do is wake up and all this day has been a dream. But it looks like I’m not going to be waking up any time soon.

The bell went for the end of the day. Vikki and Dom were back to their usual self. Vikki is calling me an idiot and I just saw Dom in the principal’s office. I got home and I heard Mum and Dad yelling again. Thank god they are back to normal. Mum, this morning, was acting like I was baby and it was my first day of school. Dad, this morning, gave me a lesson on how to drive a motor bike and how to fix them.

I guess today was one of those mysterious days and no one will know what really happened and why it happened.     

 THE END By Georgia

Coco Pops Story

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From the moment you get up, look into yesterday’s bowl of coco pops and find ants forming the word UNLUCKY you know that today is not going to be a good day. The hot water is not working and you have a cold shower, all your undies are grubby and you miss the bus.
My day can officially NOT possibly get ANY worse! I am standing out the front watching the bus drive away. Then I hear a loud, dark noise, HONK! HONK! Oh no! Mrs Lut’s car pulls up beside me; she gives me an eager gesture to hop in, like she is the nicest lady in the whole world. But in fact, she is the ugliest, meanest, rudest teacher in the whole world!
 
I jump in and we start driving. She doesn’t say a word. “So anyway, why did you pick me up?” I just had to ask it. She glances at me, and then keeps her eyes on the road.
“Well I couldn’t let you have the day off now, could I? And today is the big day that your year 8 class present your speeches on the Arctic.”She says.
“Oh yeah, the speech…… about that, can I have a bit more time?”
When I ask she licks her lips as though she just had a salty chip.
“You know the rules in my Science class; everyone gets the same amount of time to do their work. It wouldn’t be fair for the others now, would it?”
“Of course not.” I know I’m in for it. A week’s detention is what we get for not doing our homework.
“So I suppose you know what that means? Detention, Friday morning, DON’T BE LATE.”
She pulls up in the teachers car park. I jump out and walk over to my friends. “Hey guys,” I say, “Did any of you forget your homework?” I ask. “No, na, nup, nope,” They all have their homework, boring detention, all by myself.”

BRING, BRING. The bell goes, I am in the same form with Brian. The others are in a different form. There are roughly 2000 students at our school; it takes up about 3 whole blocks. First up we have double Maths, then after morning tea we have Geography, then of course Science. I will be embarrassed in front of the whole class.

We are half way through Geography and the principal calls over the loud speaker, “Charlie Brown to the office immediately” he calls, “IMMEDIATELY.” Everyone stares at me; I get up and walk to Mr
Mc Gunna’s office. Tap, Tap, I quietly knock on the door. I’m afraid they might expel me for not doing my Science homework.

“Come in Charlie, quickly.” He says it like there is something worrying him; I walk in and look at him. “Sit down,’ he says, “Your brother Clyde is in hospital. He had a bad accident doing basketball in sport.”
“Is he ok?!” I am really worried. I didn’t think it would be anything this serious. “He is in a stable condition, but he is badly concussed. Your mother is on her way to get you. Your father is already there. So get all of your things. She will be here soon.” He goes and opens the door, “You can wait out the front if you like. Wish your brother all the best from me and the school.”I walk out of the door.

“Thanks.” He shuts the door. I walk down into another corridor and in the room where we were having Geography. I grab my things. Our teacher Ms Bufly looks at me. “I am terribly sorry to hear about your brother. Wish him the best.” As she says this everyone else is giving me concerned looks, “How do you know what happened?” I ask.
“The loud speaker was on while you were in Mr Gunna’s office, we heard the whole thing” says Ms Bufly.
“Ok then, see you all tomorrow.” I walk out of the class room.

When I go out to the public parking I see our car rushing towards me. For a second I think it is going to run me over. It is mum, driving in a panic.
As I jump in I say, “Gee, Do you want two kids in hospital?!”
“Oh just be quiet!” she says, “We have to get to your brother. My poor little baby, I hope he’s ok.” I’m worried now because I can tell mum is really worried. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” I try to reassure her, I don’t think it worked though.

When we arrive at the hospital we run to the front desk and ask for Clyde’s room. It’s number 57, my favourite and lucky number. We stay with Clyde for about an hour or two, but he is in a deep sleep. We decode to go and get some lunch. Well dad and I do, mum is practically glued to his bed. The nurses say he will recover in a few weeks but he will be in hospital for two of them. Dad decides to stay the night so mum wouldn’t worry. Mum and I go home at about 11pm. “So do I still have to go to school tomorrow?” I ask, I’m hoping the answer is no.
 “Of course not dearie! I don’t expect you to go to school the day after your brother has had a horrible accident.” As she says it she’s nearly crying. When we get home we both go straight to bed.

The next morning Brian rings me, “I just thought I would ring to say we are thinking of your brother. Wish him all the best. Cya when you come back to school.” It wasn’t exactly a long conversation, his mum probably made him ring. He isn’t the sort of person that would care for others.
As soon as mum wakes up, we go back to the hospital. Dad looks horrible, so does mum. They were probably both up all night thinking about Clyde. I was too.

Tonight mum stays at the hospital. Dad and I go home early because dad has some work to do. When we get home the phone is ringing. It’s Mr Gunna. He just rang to wish us all the best and to say that I get all my next classes for a week homework FREE!

I was really, really happy when I get off the phone. I had nothing to do, so I rode down to the beach. It’s so beautiful down here; I wish I lived out at sea. After a couple of long weeks, Clyde is better and we both have to go back to school.
I have Science the first day back, “So, where is the speech?” Asks Ms Lut. “Um…” I say.
That’s what you get when you forget your homework!

          The End By Chloe
 


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