The War
I remember my Grandad in the war
He went to save the rich and the poor.
To help the country and make peace
He travelled north and then east.
In the tank with dust and dirt
Sure he got a little hurt.
The war went on for many days.
We won but the enemy still remains.
He died.
I'm sad.
It makes me very mad.
I shall remember him on ANZAC day
and the other men that went to fight so we could happily play.
Written by Lucy
I like the words you have used to remember Anzac day. From Molly
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