Flanders Field

This week we have learnt a lot about the Anzac's and the war of Gallipoli. This is a famous poem written by John Macrae while WW1.

 

Flanders Field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place;and in the sky

The Larks, still bravely singing,fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago

we lived,felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch;be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow 

In Flanders fields. 

My Old Diary

This week in class we had to think of what it would be like 150 years ago and make it in to a diary. Half of us had to write on lined paper and the other half typed their diary on the computer. Here is my diary from 150 years ago:

 27th July 1862
Dear Diary

This is my life now; chores all day, dusty houses and cobwebs. Once a fast flowing stream now just a trickle. Summer, what a way to ruin my life. Oh when will it rain! My life is hard work. Even though I can play and sit in the meadow and listen to the birds chirping. It's just not the same. It is so hot, the land has dried up and has nothing to offer me.

Now by father has passed away, just a week ago in the land wars and Wanganui is the sight of a battle field. I imagine haunted spirits flying around me whenever I am near the fields. It sends sadness through my body. I know my father is still with me, somewhere in my heart, but it's a shame I couldn't say goodbye. I feel so angry and depressed. Losing my father is like losing air. You can't cope without it.

Wanganui will never be the same again for me. We all know that. Our friends and family are gone now. Miserable faces fill the area. I regret ever coming to this place and wish we had stayed in England.