Scott's+Descriptive+Writing

I was very silent, silent, to remember all those ANZAC soldiers who fought and died in Gallipoli. Nearly everyone had their heads up. I looked up, up into the dark sky above me, thinking hard to remember my family who fought in the war. I even shredded a few tears. I was very sad. My friend came up to me. He stood beside me full of pride. When I looked at him, I did the same thing. We sang the national anthem Together with pride. 30 minutes later, we all went home. I had some ANZAC biscuits when I arrived home. They smelt delicious. I was still feeling sad. I went to my bedroom to relax. 
 * __ By Scott Smith __**[[image:Copy_of_Card_14_2_.JPG width="612" height="801"]]