| Molly Turner |
The Lives of Others |
Remember, remember,
Every soldier who died in the war,
Members of their family broken and in pain,
Every step brings you closer to the heaven grounds,
Memorial of names, places and all of the people,
Beautiful views everywhere, rolling hills, green fields, amazing landscape,
Everyone forgets those who have died,
Remember all of the broken-hearted people and those who have died.
By Molly Turner E7 |
Georgia Turner |
An Otter |
I’m an otter catching fish to eat,
With lots of time to swim and play,
Swimming is my favourite thing,
With lots of friends to be with all day,
I love to dive into the water,
As cold as snow on a warm summer’s day,
I am really shy and quiet,
And sometimes hide away,
When people come and stare at me.
Georgia Turner E7
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Jasmine Kent |
Wildlife |
Blue tits and robins fly over us,
Not disturbed by the sound of a bus,
Water voles and weasels swim in the river,
When they climb out they give a shiver,
Trees standing as high as the sky,
Hoping little birds will fly by.
By Jasmine Kent E7
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The Memorial |
We will remember them,
By poppies,
And a memorial engraved with hundreds of names,
Most of them died serving their country,
So show your respect,
We will remember them.
By Jasmine Kent E7 |
Charlotte Evans |
The Eagle |
A golden eagle ready to take flight,
Gazing down looking for prey,
Knowing that it’s frozen though makes me want to cry.
Its shimmering eyes,
Focused like a teacher,
Staring at a wall in front,
People passing the eagle by,
Not giving it a thought.
Surrounded by a sea of green,
A blue heaven looming above,
A wall of loss, sadness and despair,
A wall of true life,
A wall the eagle wants to avoid and fly away from.
By Charlotte Evans E7
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Leila Cunningham |
The White Wall |
I am as cold as a winter’s night when people touch me,
I am watching people cry when they look at the names,
I am the way people remember loved ones who’ve gone,
I am Portland stone with names engraved on me,
I am reflected on by the sun on one half and change during
the day,
I am a maze of names with people searching.
Leila Cunningham E7
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Kallum Siddall |
Trains |
I am a train chugging around the Arboretum
I see a Polar Bear with stories in my tummy
The sun glistens on the lake
The annoying sound of the lawn mower sounds like a bee buzzing round my head
Greg the sweeper spends three to four hours sweeping the place keeping it clean
The Quarry’s sands looks like a desert with trees - an oasis in the sun
Over sixteen thousand names glistening like a disco ball in the sky
I am a train seeing things as I chug around the paths
Telling people facts of the Arboretum
Seeing lots of new faces of people listening to me
Keen to hear about this special place.
Kallum Siddall E7
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Conrad Scotter |
Smooth Stone |
Smooth as babies in cotton socks.
Skims swiftly like a skimming stone.
The smooth texture reminds me of a mouse’s fur.
Hard like a pro-wrestler who fights all the time.
Some people find me weird or they might find me beautiful.
When the bright sun shines on me I sparkle like a star.
By Conrad Scotter E7
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Regan Frost |
Forty-One Steps |
Smooth as babies in cotton socks.
Skims swiftly like a skimming stone.
The smooth texture reminds me of a mouse’s fur.
Hard like a pro-wrestler who fights all the time.
Some people find me weird or they might find me beautiful.
When the bright sun shines on me I sparkle like a star.
By Conrad Scotter E7
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Leah Winwood |
Remembrance |
Remember me, WATTS LG,
Every day you visit my name and I am the breeze on your cheek,
Memorial names all over the wall but you see mine,
Everyday someone’s heart is broken when they lose somebody, like I lost you.
My story about our life is inside the polar bear’s stomach,
Butterflies remind me of hope, hope that you will remember me forever.
Roses make me think of your rosy red cheeks,
As cold as my broken heart.
No one I’d rather be with but you,
Cries of people pierce the air,
Each forty-one steps you climbed, to see the memory of me.
REMEMBRANCE
Leah Winwood E7
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Daidie Mayo |
Swan Tanka |
Rippling, gliding past,
A slender neck that’s bending,
Looking out for fish,
The mirror reflects the swan,
It looks like a sailing boat.
Daidie Mayo E7 |
Abbie Howe |
The Eagle |
An Eagle,
Beautiful and graceful,
As it soars along the cotton candy clouds,
We see the eagle as a symbol,
A symbol of flight
A symbol of hope,
Or a deadly figure that can be a symbol,
Of death from above,
Just like the bombs,
That fell from a great height,
In world war two,
That scared so many,
The symbol of flight,
Were planes that flew,
With their sinister drone,
Like a thousand monster trucks,
Roaring as the rally begins,
The hope,
The hope of the nation,
That made Hitler look like a fool,
So don’t stop trusting the soldiers,
That fight for our safety,
And when in doubt,
Think of the eagle,
The king of birds,
The warrior of the sky,
The prince of animals.
Abbie Howe E7
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J P Cowan |
All the Names |
All the names upon the wall
Still blank spaces for future men to fall.
The writing upon this wall-
Why did these men have to fall?
Families full of sadness and regret.
But there is still hope
A future that is better yet.
JP Cowan E7
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Andy Hicks |
A Place of Remembering |
I run my fingers across the cold stone,
Hundreds, maybe thousands of names embedded into it,
I think of the names so old and the blank wall for names so new,
Surrounded by trees and assorted plants,
The soft green grass beneath my feet,
People all around me,
To remember their loved ones,
And their brothers and sisters in arms,
Silence, except for the cool breeze blowing in the air
Andy Hicks E7
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Jake Yates |
The Beetle |
I’m as small as a blade of grass,
But I’m surrounded by skyscrapers with names on
The sun blazes down on me
Trees grow slowly and have rough leaves
With dust on them
A jungle, with huge bushes and different colours,
People yelling, screaming, whacking me.
A blue folder held by a student.
I must run before ..…Splat!
I’ll fly and what a view!
Trees like ants and I feel tall
Back home at last in the grass surrounded again
By Jake Yates E7
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Josh Maddox |
What Am I? |
My leaves blowing in the wind,
Children climbing me in the spring,
My arms bouncing up and down,
I look like I’m wearing a green dressing gown,
My skin is brown like I’ve been on a sunny holiday,
I’m always standing here with you looking at me while you are climbing me,
I am as old as old can be,
People always getting stuck up me,
What am I?
By Josh Maddox E7
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Bethany Brown |
Words and Willows |
We went down to Words and Willows today
And this is what we found,
A golden eagle for Remembrance Day
Poppies, cornflowers, daisies and foxgloves
All swaying in the wind
Pointing towards the sun
The rays of the sun dancing
On the baby blue river
With fishes as shimmery as a disco ball
Bethany Brown E7
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Jayde Holland |
As Light As A... |
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sharply in the breezE
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colourful and sweeT
clean and fresH
falls out with easE
This is a featheR
Jayde Holland E7 |
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Jayde Holland |
Summer Days |
Sitting under a tree,
My paper flutters in the wind,
Trying to think,
Trying to write,
Mesmerised by wild life,
Butterflies and birds dart around in the breeze.
The scent of roses wafts in my face,
I touched the petal and it felt like fine silk.
By Jayde Holland E7
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Bryn Roberts |
My Senses |
I am a tree in the middle of the Memorial
Watching all the things I cannot do.
I get shorter by the day.
How? How? How?
Greg comes with a tree cutter and cuts my leaves
Day by day.
I feel death through my roots.
That’s how trees go away
I am a man standing in front of the willow house.
The pulled willow smells like fragrant aftershave.
I smell the quarry’s oasis
Over the sand hills.
Bryn Roberts E7
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Alex Twiddy |
Environment |
People looking
All the time
Looking at
People’s names
Flies buzzing like a race car on a racetrack
Trying to
Find the
Coolest spot.
Flowers glow
With luminous colours.
Alex Twiddy E7
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Rebecca Teesdale |
Remembrance |
Remember, remember,
Every day your heart is torn when a soldier of your family has gone,
Many people who gave their life,
Each of the 41 steps were built to remember,
Memorials for the loved ones,
Blooming poppies placed on the ground,
Everyone sees your name on the wall,
Remember, remember.
Rebecca Teesdale E7
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Jack Atkinson |
Remembrance |
Polar bear a dream fulfilled,
With secrets hidden inside,
That nobody else can find,
Except the wood carvers,
Who placed them inside.
The tears falling
Making the flowers grow
As the bagpipes whine,
All day long
As people are here to mourn.
Angels sleeping at rest
With flags flying high
And gold plaques on the wall
With people’s names to remember
Whom we have lost in battle.
Upset and annoyed,
All the people we have lost,
Eagle’s wings spread out wide
With glistening gold to shine
Throughout the day in the sun.
Benches designed for people who we have lost,
Lime trees surrounding us
To remember all the people we have lost,
Angels sleeping at rest.
Jack Atkinson E7
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