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| The poems in this section were written in response to a walk in the SANDS garden at the National Memorial Arboretum | |||||
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These poems were written in response to a visit to the Far Eastern Prisoners of War Memorial |
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| These poems were written in response to a walk in The Garden of Innocents | |||||
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| THE SANDS POEMS: | |||||
By Laura Ash
Sit and remember The times you had. Still and asleep, But don’t be sad.
By Laura Ash
Birth was sad And now be happy, Brightness dims, You should still remember.
By Lily Smith
Baby is quiet in its mum’s womb, There it lies all tight and cute. Baby’s asleep for all of its time, You will always be there, Close up to my heart.
By Maria Collins
Inside the Sands Garden There’s everlasting sorrow, And only seconds of memories Dedicated to the stillborn Babies that didn’t get to live. They may not be with us physically, But their souls hang around us. We’re never left alone, They’re never gone! They’re just resting, Sleeping and waiting For their next chance to live.
By Scarlet
Babies In Rest Thinking of you in our Hearts.
Anonymous
Babies dying before they live, Everyone will cry. Babies dying before they live, In heaven they will lie.
Anonymous
Teardrops are sad, Mommy and daddy cry. Losing a baby, In heaven they play.
Anonymous
Babies are small, babies grow big. This garden is sad, Because babies die.
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| THE FAR EASTERN PRISONERS OF WAR POEMS | |||||
By Christian Ward
For a very long time now I haven’t done any activity, Because the Japanese Hold me in captivity. I miss you so much yes I do, I really hope you miss me too.
By Millie and Eddie
Mum, what I Miss most about home is Seeing the Golden Marigolds Sitting Silently Along the edge Of the fence. I miss the Little things.
By Mellisa Ward
Mum, I miss my Brothers and sisters, Instead I have blisters. I miss going to the farm.
By George Cooper and Laura Ash
I am missing my home a lot, From its green,green grass To its famous ice-cream. I miss being on the football team.
I am missing my home a lot And I miss my mum and dad, Being a prisoner Is driving me mad.
I am missing my home a lot, I can’t remember the last good night’s sleep. Inside my heart, this poem is so deep.
By Amy Rollason and Joe Braithwaite
Now I am a prisoner I really miss A lot of things and life being bliss. I miss the clothes I used to wear, Going out shopping and styling my hair.
I miss the garden, Playing with my toys, And also in my bedroom Making lots of noise.
Oh I do miss my family, Going on days out. I love them to pieces Even when they shout.
I remember in my heart, All those happy ways But now I am a prisoner They’ve turned into bad days.
By Sam and Charli
Home sweet home, family, mum and dad. Friends. Cameron and George. Good food. Ice cream And chocolate. Comfort, clothes and furniture, Home sweet home, I miss you.
By Maria Collins
Now I’m here I’m missing you And all the things I used to do. I have been here for so long It feels like everything is wrong. I’m hungry, thirsty, bored too, But that doesn’t matter, I’m missing you.
Anonymous
Home sweet home, I miss you, Family, I miss your love, Friends your kindness and attention, Comfort, warm clothes and soft chairs. Good food, cool ice-cream is nice. And that’s why I miss home sweet home.
By Lily Smith and Alfie Dewsbury
People love you for who you are, Open minded for who you love. People lost and people don’t care, Packages of poppies sent everywhere. You like poppies because you care.
By Louisa and Nathan
The grass is not green but red, And I miss you, And I love you, And I need you, I do. The name of my only friend Must not be forgotten.
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| The Garden of the Innocents Poems | |||||
By Joe Braithwaite
Sleeping the children are Angels singing, la, la la. Do you hear them?
By Charli Bottomer
Blossom Lying innocently Origin of life Our Memories.
By Mellisa Ward
Quiet, pebbles crunching, Beautiful flowers, Happiness. peaceful and colourful.
By Louisa Taylor
K is for kindness, treated with care. I is for innocent and too young to bear. D is for dreaming of a better place. S is for smiling all over their face.
By Millie
When something terrible Happens like this It makes us Think about the good things on Earth.
By Jessica Children Have been killed even though they’re Innocent. Let them live they shouldn’t Die.
BY Amy Rollason
Among the dead some children lie Innocent as can be, we weep and cry. As they lie we think of shame, They are not the ones to blame.
By Laura Ash
Think of innocence And remember the children Blame not upon them.
By Laura Ash
Look Everywhere And Feel happy in yourself.
By Morgan
Sorry you died, Always in our hearts Do you forgive us?
By Molly
Sorry you died, Always in our hearts Do you forgive them?
By Alfie Dewsbury
Beautiful flower from the soil, Little stones are on the floor, Over the plants I can see the sky, Over my heart I feel the pain, Memorial.
By George Cooper
Children were just playing, Had done nothing at all. It happened so quickly, Lives were taken in seconds. Don’t cry for them, just be happy, they are sleeping with the angels.
By Mitchel Wilton
Children are sad Hurting and upset, Injured for no reason. Looking down on the garden Dreaming they were still there.
By Maria Collins
These children may have died But they must have tried To have no shame As they’re not to blame. The innocent children do not weep They just stay asleep!
By Danny
Army fights for life Living here, here in your heart. Ignore terrorists. Victorious forever Everything lives on.
By Zak Vincent
Army world Living here in your heart. Innocent people, Vicious enemies. Everything that could has lived a life.
By Sam Perry
Sad - miserable and cold-hearted, A mind enveloped in the mist of tragedy. So many innocent, so many killed So many, who should still be here,here with us Thanks to that one person, so many were killed.
By Lily Smith Life is important, precious as can be, Everything could remind you of something you can see. All the children are not to blame Fire, fire all over again, everything lost by a flame.
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BY Charis
Thinking of children Really innocent Everyday Even though they are dead.
By Scarlet
Pretty Leaves And Nice Trees
By Eddie Such
Once upon a time Was the white flower of innocence. Everyone went round the flower When their family died. The love of the flower Lay in the hand of God. One starry night Was one flower of peace, The flower was God’s peace For his life. The love flew over the other flowers And loved the earth.
By Lily Parton Weeping Happiness smiles down Innocence Thinking about them Everyday
By Nathan Mycock
Army keep us free for life Living here in your heart. Ignore our fears, Vicious enemies Interfere with life.
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