acrostic poem

the demon forest

Saliva is coming out of my mouth. I hear laughter and twigs crackling. Im breathing so loud like my insides are bubbling, “(sniff sniff) burnt dark wood and thick black ash?”is what i whisper. My hand just misses a growling frozen demon tree.

I lift my head and I see something smiling by the trees in the gloomy light I glare freaky mouths with long… vampire teeth sticking out. I run like a cheetah sprinting in the darkness. A tree root flips high above, my ankle trips on it. My head hits the ground and tiny bugs are crawling in my mouth.

I think for a moment what’s mom gonna think? I also wonder where am I.... i'm feeling intense and insane hopefully I will escape the demon forest. It's been two nights the trees are growling louder and louder… but finally I go to sleep…

“Honey it's morning” yells mum “wait where am I wait a minute my bed, my toys, my room its home”I scream I stair outside the demon forest is just a dream...or was it.

Thunder pattern poem

ANZAC report by Lucy and Piata

 Thomas harry kinder's Honor
There was a man named Thomas he was in the war and died in action during 1910-1914 in England.
Thomas was a great rifle man in the army but he died in action he had a photo of his friends in the army.

Thomas had a shield of Honor and a rifle shot gun and a photo of him and his mates
he was a great man he had goals to achieve . lots of his friends died in the war.