Acrostic Poem

Armies fighting for our freedom some might  

 Never go home but we remember the  

Zillions that died for us that day  

And on that day we call it anzac day, we 

Celebrate it with poppies  cause poppies use to pop out of the ground after a soldier  

Died, me and dad would wake up early to get to the dawn parade

And 

You and I are here because of those soldiers.

Today I was writing an acrostic poem.

I found it challenging to find the right words.

Next time I would change the fount.