| Anelka Patel |
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The lovely, white blossom and the freshly cut grass,
Have a superb smell that I would never want to leave.
People shed their tears,
as they read tiles in remembrance of their families and friends.
The crosses with poppy’s on are their to read for you,
But there is one with a star on which represents Anne Frank the Jew.
There are ants marching like soldiers,
And mould that looks like blood,
Spiders reading poems and patches of dry mud.
There are beautiful poppy’s placed one by one around the national memorial service,
There is also a sparkling silver crown,
That’s where people try to turn their frowns upside down.
There is a little garden area with a pond,
And some trees where birds sing their sweet songs.
There are some tadpoles,
And some blue, beautiful dragon flies,
This place is called the ubique which was where the armies blew cannon balls and made people die.
And lastly there is a gigantic bear full of time capsules,
Which is full of memories and prized possessions,
And hopes and dreams.
by Anelka Patel |
Imogen Smith |
Anne Frank |
Anne Frank was born July 15th,
She now has her own tree that was planted the 11th November 1999,
It’s not just Anne Frank that lived in the attic,
She had her Mum, Dad, Sister and another family with her,
She still was like us,
Going to school,
She wrote a diary,
Like me and you,
But one of the most important things is,
She saw a tree from out the attic,
This is why she has her own tree.
By Imogen Smith
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Daniell Rogers |
Armed Forces Memorial |
The birds were tweeting,
The trees were rustling,
The wind was blowing harsh,
The polar bear was full of stories of the past,
People were pointing at the polar bear,
In the Arm Force Memorial there were echoing voices,
Also crackling paths,
People were staring sadly at the wall with lots of flowers, crosses and roses,
All of the creepy statues were all in poses.
Danielle Rogers 5W |
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Birds tweeting
Wind wistling
Frogs bouncing
Helecopters spinning
Children chatting
Teachers talking
Bangs and Clatters
Horns tooting
White flowers
White gate
Insects, beetles
Spiders, bees
Birds, cobwebs
Trees, leafs
Logs, twigs.
By Maddie Hughes
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Sam Lee |
Creatures of the Past |
Glinting in the scorching sun,
Soaring through the never-ending sky,
Looking for death
Scooping them up from battle,
The Golden Eagle served his purpose.
Protecting the spirits of the soldiers that died,
The Guardian of time,
The wooden Polar Bear,
Hiding the secrets of the past.
By Sam Lee |
Dan Burns |
Echoes of the Past |
I walked past the Polar bear of Lost Dreams,
Preparing myself to learn of those who lost their lives since 1939,
And the blank walls remind me of those who will soon lose their lives,
As I see the Golden Obelisk I hear the Echoes of the Past,
And the Echoes of the Future.
Page 224, finished in the later months of 2009…
By Dan Burns
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Sam Bagley |
Eagle Eye of Past and Future |
As I glided over the memorials,
I sliced through the air,
I sailed through the wind,
But I didn’t see the storm coming…
As I piled through the trees,
I felt like I was going down the wedding aisle,
Though there was a cruel breeze,
Of anther soldier dead…
As I remembered the queen,
I remembered the navy,
Then I remembered myself,
For the army, for the men, for the country,
And for the freedom…
The obelisk shone from the sun,
It was a poppies death,
But we still live,
For the queen…
The polar bear was full with magic,
It was a special secret,
But it wasn’t an ordinary secret,
Cause we did our part for Iceland,
So they could have peace…
When I fly,
I remember,
About the,
Arboretum…
As tears blasted my face,
Blood trickled from my wing,
I was the only one,
But I still sail on…
When I get older,
I will remember,
Our flags…
For the good spirits,
Not the bad,
I am the remembrance,
Not sadness and good for faith…
I am the one and only
GOLDEN EAGLE!
By Sam Bagley
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Emily Rose Till |
A Place Where We Will Remember Them |
At the point where heaven and earth meet,
At the point where a brave soldier dies,
At the top a golden obelisk,
At the point where heaven and earth meet.
Where busy people are crying in mourning,
Or where they laugh in enjoyment,
Where the hot golden sunshine,
Parches your mouth quickly,
A place where we will remember them.
A breeze of tears blowing in your face,
The smooth flow of the river,
A spirit swimming,
A green emerald grass surrounding me everywhere,
Wet, dead reeds, screaming for help in the water.
This is where we will remember them!
Emily Rose Till 6M Age 11
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Katherine Corbett |
I Saw Death |
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I saw death,
Blank spaces watching me
Waiting solemnly for names.
I saw death,
Poppies scattered,
People mourning, so sad to see.
I saw death,
Redness spilling out from every angle.
I saw death,
It followed me,
I followed it,
And we became one.
By Katherine Corbett |
Hannah Kiteley |
Innocent Garden |
In the innocent garden there are gifts and hopes of what the future may bring.
In the innocent garden flowers blooming
in the shade of the sun.
smell the innocent plants in the garden.
In the innocent garden there are everlasting dreams, secrets unfolding
And adventures around every corner.
By Hannah Kiteley
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Molly Cutler |
Innocent Love |
Birds tweeting
Love flowing
Such honour and
In commutation from thanks giving fought
in the war
all the people who helped others retain
their lives.
Taste of refreshing are of people ho died in the war.
Smell of flowers commemorating the war
seeing love from above.
Anne Frank who was a special tree
and lived in a attic all her life praying
and commemorating all the people.
Jesus is a sight of love.
By Molly Cutler |
Michaela Willis |
Lost in Never Ending Times |
We walked peacefully
We heard the magical chanting
Lost in never ending time.
As we trenched on
We saw the blankness
Of the unforgiving wall
ahead
laden with poppy’s
As red as velvet opening
a portal into the past .
Carrying on soothingly
we approached the flowing
waters edge
Birds tweeting ,wind blowing
I felt at ease with the world .
By Michaela Willis
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Marcus Jenkins |
Memories |
White is innocent ,
Leaves are to remember,
Flowers are people who were affected,
Trees are soldiers standing high,
The bushes are full of life ,mysteries and memories,
The breeze is full of the chirping voices of birds,
The great wooden polar bear is a puzzle to unlock,
It is full of memories to discover,
At 11 o’clock every morning we give two minutes silence…
And so should you.
By Marcus Jenkins
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Matthew Clark |
The Aboretum |
Poppies await dreams fulfil bushes crawl with dreams, mysteries and the ability to remember! The flowers show significance of people who were affected in World War 1. Smells of freshness blow your mind away in a trance of hope! Puzzles will not fit together as there is a piece missing due to their life. The bush stands like a regimental solider! The polar bear roars with excitement of a new day. The secrets that lie in the bear will always be unknown. Stones crunch as your feet drag addictive colours, shapes and feelings. Life bulges out with sight.
UNIQUE
Royal artillery respect to this tree it’s an alder tree used for many things.
This is the arboretum with many many trees!!!!!!!!!!!
By Mathew Clark
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Jessica Smith |
The Imaginary Place |
Rough rocks, Breezy bushes, wired weeds,
And the sweet smell of aromatic flowers,
Mazes that weren’t completed, like a jigsaw that is not completed,
Weeds that are as still as a wall,
Except when the whooshing wind is blowing them,
White plants, everywhere, to remember a little girl called Ann Frank,
Luscious green grass, rickety crowds, confusing concrete, a wooden bench,
Rough, tough stones,
Lots of blue dragon flies, which are a beautiful sight to see.
This is my Imaginary Place.
Don’t tell anyone ………..
Jessica Smith age 8
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Chloe Hiam |
The Lost |
The steps are beholding the future,
Stepping up I smell the air,
As fresh as a new born.
The armed forces memorial,
Filled with names that have lost.
With my blank hands I touch,
The cold bare walls…
As cold as death.
Sad memories fill mourning people,
As they see the blank walls,
People to come,
To feel the pain.
The sculptures of hurt, cries and disaster.
A taste of the past,
A remembrance of The Lost
Chloe Hiam
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Bradley Price |
The Past |
I represent heaven and earth when they meet,
My head was shining like a gleaming ball of fire getting ready to blow up,
My body shoots up to the sky it is a skyscraper,
I have a golden pyramid on top of me they call me the apalisk,
I look down on all the sad memories,
I feel like crying.
By Bradley Price
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Sam Cottrell |
The Polar Bear of Secrets |
As I was carved out of wood a secret time capsule was secretly stored in my life like body. The time capsule is the secrets of the past…
Entering the time capsule you would be able to unlock the secrets…
Looking over the Arboretum I am able to see almost everything. Unfortunately, to my disgust I was carved out of wood but not rock. Boringly, I am not able to move an inch because I am not real. So my life held the most, well almost the most best thing in the Arboretum. It, it in my body, the time capsule, held stories never been told to man. The reason I was a polar bear was because I was the remembrance of the polar bears who worked in the north pole. The polar bear held secrets, these are its secrets. The secrets it held were…
They were stories, stories about the past and about the polar bears…
THE POLAR BEAR OF SECRETS…
By Sam Cottrell
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Georgia Heap |
The Polar Bear |
In the Arctic the Polar Bear strolled,
The secrets of the Polar Bear nobody’s told.
All of the secrets in his tummy,
Open it up like a jigsaw puzzle.
As I watched, staring at it,
There on the Polar Bear bench I sit.
His jaw sticks out like a fork,
And his whiskers stick out straight.
The wood that’s carved and makes him,
Shows that that’s his skin.
The Polar Bear, a dream fulfilled,
Luckily it is not killed.
Georgia Heap 5S
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Emily Davison |
When I Came |
The wind was blowing,
My hair across my face.
The taste of excitement ran down my spine,
Giving the polar bear of secrets even more than it already had.
Echoing voices creped in my head,
As the guide was asking us what we thought.
Poppies leaning in remembrance,
Names shaking across the wall!
Statues posing as if they’re were a camera in front of them,
Golden eagle spreading its beautiful wings.
Stingers guarding the river.
Hearts, guts, life and mind
When I came!
Emily Davison
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Scott Motherwell |
Willows 2010 |
First of all you see a white wooden gate,
Inside the gate you will see a flower heaven,
White flowers all around you,
Flowers guiding the intelligent insects, little pink and red poppies green tall trees ants marching all around you creepy crawly creatures all around you snail and slug holes in the green leaves buzzing bees pollinating the flowers mould the colour of blood on top of the Gene Gavin then you exit the gate walk down the path and you will see a giant polar bear with sharp skinny teeth
Norway, Belgium, France and Iceland
Names guarding the polar bear
Black cross with red poppies on it
The insides of the polar bear full of memories and secrets
The polar bear is standing like a statue
Then you turn away and head up the path
Eventually you will see a Nation Service statue that has a metal crown on the top and red poppies guarding it
Then you turn left when you see a left turning and then you will see something beautiful:
You will see a garden with a great big pond in the middle ,you can smell the great smell of flowers such as , roses and sunflowers
Buzzing bees,
Drastic dragonflies,
And lots of lilies in the pond.
So that what it is like at willows!
By Scott Motherwell
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Callum Priest |
Words & Willows |
All white flowers,
Always used
Remembering,
Ann frank,
When you walk out the bright white gate,
You see the secret polar bear,
Facing right back at you,
You turn and face the temple with remembrance in its centre,
When you find your weiw spot,
THE WHOLE ARBORITOM COMES ALIVE!!!
By Callum Priest
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