ANZAC and Art

Isabella's poppies 

ANZAC day lockdown poem 

By Adelle

It is only when i walk outside i feel sadness “ hardly anyone was awake

 To  celebrate ANZAC” 

It is only when my dad plays the trombone i feel a pinch of happiness as

I sat down in the driveway.

It is only when i see two people  walking toward us i then know how much

My street has changed.

It is only when I walk up a hill I hear the sound of trumpets playing in the

distance I realise some do care about ANZAC.

Autumn Art creation by Katie