My ANZAC Sensory Poem
When I entered the war, I could see people's hair blowing onto their faces due to the wind. Around me was fog, rocks and super tall grass. When I got further into the war, I could hear the waves of wind drifting past my ears. The awful smell of the rotting body vapour from the night before, got me feeling sick in the stomach... I could taste the rotting smell from the bodies in the air I’m breathing, it gave me a headache. By the time it was the middle of the day, I felt sick and distraught. I really started to regret this decision . . . I continued on, though I was feeling disgustingly sick, I could sense somebody's presence from behind me, I was far too scared to turn around. I froze, didn’t dare to move. I stood there, afraid. When I got the courage to turn around, all I saw were rotting bodies from the day before. I felt deeply sorry for these men.
What about their families? I wondered. Who will tell their families? It was so quiet, no sound, just the aerie, cold feeling of death... Then, I woke up from a deep sleep, It was all just a dream.