In Flanders field poem
In Flanders fields poem
In Flanders fields the poppies grow between the crosses were the dead people lie we sing our hearts out to the one that lie, hear guns that shoot below reminder them to heart to soles the soldiers that saved our county. when they were fighting.
By Jessica Stechmann
Nice descriptive language I like your picture it's very beutifull it's sad how those people from our school died in 1915
ReplyDeleteyer its really sad but they frighted for our country
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