Twig

Twig

The big, long twig stretches its fingers out to the ground.

The mossy old branch waves proudly.

One day the twig will grow tall.

Anzac Letter

Anzac

Dear Zach, I´m very scared. I might not come back. There are bombs going off. Bullets, whizzing past me. I'm sitting in mud. Horses are getting killed. My friend is dead right beside me. I also haven't eaten in days. 

Goodbye for now. 

Love Sophie.

My Leaf Poem

                                                  MY LEAF POEM

Crunchy maple leaves dancing down to the earth.

The exquisite starry night sky. 

Crunchy dusty amber leaves. Breath taking old coloured leaves.