Anzac Sensory Poem

At war I see my comrades dying for their country and their family. My friends did not get to say bye to their family. My ears hurt from the gunshots and nukes I try to block my ears but I still hear it. I could smell the ashes going up my nose. I wanted to cough but after I cough I have to breath so I ran to get some air.  I nearly died. There were more people at that spot where I was breathing. The gun shots where louder and I tasted blood in my mouth. It tasted sweet but a little sour. The people who died looked like this

ANZAC cookies that looked like tennis balls

kaeydyns and I where the first group to make our ANZAC cookies we had some difficulties. Mr Sok was getting the supplies to cook the butter and put it on the oats. Then we mixed it with our hands. Remember to wash your hands before you cook, once you finnish mixing it with your hands you have to roll it in little cookies or tennis balls. When you are done put it in the oven.