Rūma Tepetepe - Room 7

ANZAC soldier

I see cannons exploding, like a volcano.

I hear a trumpet going buuuuup.

I feel a rat, trying to bite me.

I smell the hazy smoke.

I taste dust in the air.

By Freddie

ANZAC soldier

I see a bomb dropping from planes, exploding on the ground.

I hear cannons firing, boom, crash, bang, shells fly everywhere.

I feel crumbling rocks falling down the cliffs.

I smell gas floating from the ground.

Bobby, the canary has fallen on his back.

I taste yummy ANZAC biscuits.

By Michael

ANZAC soldier

I see mud in the trenches.

I hear cannons firing.

I feel mud on my feet.

The cannon ball is breaking,

I smell smoke bellowing everywhere.

I taste the yummy ANZAC biscuit.

ANZAC soldier

I see soldiers climbing a wall, made out of clay.

I hear guns shooting from the soldiers, it is very loud.

I feel the crumbling rocks on the walls in the trenches. It feels wet.

I smell yummy ANZAC biscuits from home.

I taste the salty sea water.

By Moana

ANZAC soldier

I see a wall of mud surrounding us.

I see a soldier climbing over the wall.

I hear cannons dropping on the ground. It is loud.

I feel the crumbling clay on the rocks.

I smell the gas raising from the ground.

I taste the ANZAC cookies. They are yum.

By Charlie

ANZAC soldier

I see injured soldiers lying on stretchers.

I hear a boulder crashing down the cliff.

I feel mad, my mate got shot.

I smell rat poo.

I taste the dirt that I wipe away from my mouth.

By Noah

ANZAC soldier

I see a wall of mud around me, brown and dull.

I hear people yelling.

I feel the squishy mud under my boots.

I smell the wet rain.

I taste the yummy ANZAC biscuits from home.

ANZAC soldier

I see stars shining in the sky.

I hear bombs exploding.

I feel mud sticking on my boots.

I smell dusty smoke around the trenches.

I taste yummy ANZAC biscuits.

By Matheo

ANZAC soldier

I see a wall that is made of mud.

I hear cannons firing, boom, crash.

I feel the crumbling rocks on the walls in the trenches.

I smell the smoke in the air.

I taste the crunchy ANZAC cookies.

By Athena

ANZAC soldier

I see cannons shooting at the enemy.

I hear the waves crashing on the shore.

I feel sticky mud on the ground.

I smell burning wood.

I taste a crunchy ANZAC biscuit.

By Dayton

ANZAC soldier

I see pointy stars in the sky, soldiers staring up.

I hear bombs firing from the sky.

I feel the sticky dirt in the trenches.

I smell smoke from the guns.

I taste delicious ANZAC biscuits.

ANZAC soldier

I see bullets flying around me, just missing me.

I hear chit chat among the soldiers.

I feel the icky mud on my hands.

I smell burnt smoke in the air.

I taste yummy ANZAC biscuits.

ANZAC soldier

I see the cramped trenches.

I hear chit chat from my mates.

I feel icky mud under my feet.

I smell rat poo.

I taste raindrops.

By Molloy