A.N.Z.A.C
Walking across the unstable creaky bridge, trying to hold itself up, broken sticks blocking their paths. Smoke filled the air and the leafless trees sighed, as the exhausted soldiers glooped sadly past. 
No chance they'll survive.
No chance they'll survive.
See if you can spot the personification (human quality) in my story.
your poem has lots of personifacation here is some i found
ReplyDeletebridge trying to hold itself up
bridges cant hold themselves up
How did you think of all that writing?
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Deleteyour poem has lots of personifacation here is some i found
ReplyDeletebridge trying to hold itself up
bridges cant hold themselves up
How did you think of all that writing?