On christmas night
Bayonets gleam
Under the stars I start to dream
Life without the war
It seemed impossible anymore
Khaki and brown uniforms
I looked at the rainstorms
Slowly a pale light starts to rise
Now the kea cries
We are ordered to get into parade formation
because it is time to see another nation
As we go back we see some Aussies
Next we see some Tommies
The orders are charge now christmas later
Going above the rise
Scarily we are in there eyes
Now there are some cries
Next we need to see how the land lies
Then there is a bombardment phase manny Kiwi soldiers get hit
Now we need to run up the hill with our kit
Suddenly German machine guns start firing
Finally the enemy are in my eye ring
Five Kiwi soldiers rush over to a shed
Luckily enough there is a injured New Zealand Commando on the bed
Horrifyingly the shed turned into flame
The German Air Force was to blame
Hi Andrew Issac here from Karoro School great poem I like when you said suddenly German machine guns start firing. there was nothing wrong with but mabye make the letters a bit bigger.
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