Stone Names

Everyone is equal in the stone circle.
The stone tower salutes the devoted.
We shall remember them
For ever.

They used their guns
To kill the enemy.
Their warm blood died in them.
Now their names are cold stone.

Stone walls.
Stone names.
Stone tower.
Everyone is equal in the
Stone circle.

By Callum Grundy R7

A day at the Arboretum

Weaving the willow in and out,
Different techniques,
Different shapes,
But all very difficult.
Spending hours on end with a piece of willow
Wet or dry, bendy or breakable.

Lots of memorials:
Falklands, Suez and many more.
Names and dates on many walls,
Veterans and relatives walking around,
Crying, sobbing.

People woven together in unity.
The strong help the weak,
The healthy help the ill.
We are all helping each other
As a team, as a family.

William Mason        R7

Remembrance

We shall remember them.
Silent statues
For all who served,
Send shivers down my spine.
People who show respect,
Send me silent.
People in uniform
Paying respects to those who passed.

Devon Dewsbury    R7

I look up in the sky,

I look up in the sky,
And see the skylark and bees fly by.
I sit and watch the trees as they sway in the breeze.
I sit and watch the leaves as they twirl through the
Warm summer breeze.
The willow started to curl and the wind started to
Blow. We had to go.

Devon Dewsbury  R7

Life At Words And Willow

Feathered wings of gold;
The golden eagle above,
Soars through the sky.
We will remember them.
  
We walk through the poppy field,
As their blood-coloured petals sway.
Their duties mean so much,
We will remember them.

By Rhiannon Douglas  R7

War Memories

The damage of death,
Smells like a mossy musk.
It sounds like raindrops,
The pain constantly repeating.
It feels wobbly and unstable.

Are you waiting a lifetime,
To go on the wall?
Heavy water,
Will never wash away memories.

The shock of so many
Blank walls filled up
With names that are remembered forever.

When your family is facing you?
It brings only silence,
The only sound,
Is the willow rustling.

By Alice Bryant R7

There over there

There, over there,
Remembrance everywhere,
Seeing sad, sad faces,
Seeing names you remember and love.

 We remember them today, tomorrow, FOREVER and ever,
 From today we should ALL try and go to words and willow
 As the beautiful scenery sets the scene and it moves you completely.
 We will remember them today tomorrow FOREVER. 

By Emily Creighton      R7 

Memories

Peace is poppies
Forgiveness is forever
Remember my Royalty
Willow my words
Symbols for memories
We shall have memories
Forever more

By
Rosie Flanagan       R7

I Wish.

I wish this day would never end,
I wish there was no war.
I wish whoever died
Would live for ever more.
I wish there was peace with no violence,
I wish there were loads of poppies for every man who died.
I wish everyone was friends
I wish, I wish, I wish
But we never get.

By Charli Lycett    R7

A Light

A light came through the wall, shining on me.
Never know what to do, peace is all around me,
Words on the wall,
Names I know.

Never know what to do, peace is all around me,
Sad faces walking down the steps,
Names I know,
They cry and cry all night through.

Sad faces walking down the steps,
I will remember them today, tomorrow forever.
They cry and cry all night through,
Babies breathe on the ground.

I will remember them today, tomorrow forever.
People smell sadness around,
Babies breathe on the ground,
Sun-sad memories.

People smell sadness around,
Words on the wall,
Sun-sad memories.
A light came through the wall shining on me.

By Sophie Handley R7

Duties of poppies

Duties of poppies,
Forever Royal.

Always respect,
Forever royal.

Named stones for babies ‘born asleep.’
The breeze is the air of babies’ breath.
All around the stones is the circle of life.
People talking, sad and upset,
About memories they hold,
Seeing flags, speechless.

By Becky Roberts
R7

My Poem

Duties of poppies,
Forever Royal.
Tomorrow respect,
Today circle of life.

Forever royal,
Air of babies’ breath.
Today circle of life,
Grass-green guilty memorial.

Air of babies’ breath,
People talking, sad and upset,
Grass-green guilty memorial.
People talking, sad and upset.

Lest we forget peace,
Polar bear memory.
Flags - speechless respect.
Lest we forget peace.

Tomorrow respect
Flags - speechless respect.

Duties of poppies.

By Becky Roberts
R7

Memorial Walk
 
On a railway walk
Between memorials
A train of people
Waiting for the 
Queen.

A peaceful sun
On top of the people
Stood silently
Waiting.

Forgiveness.
People waiting
Lifetimes to see
Their friends
Before they meet in heaven.

By Joshua Birch - R7

Willow-weaving at the Memorial

Solider, son and brother, together forever.
People risking their lives for us.
The trees washing and waving,
People crying. It is so sad.

People risking their lives for us,
Ducks ducking and diving in the river,
People crying. It is so sad.
The flowing flags waving in the wind.

Ducks ducking and diving in the river,
The tears rolling down people’s cheeks,
The mountains of sand in the background.
Let us weave the willow and words.

The tears rolling down people’s cheeks,
The working people shuffling around,
The mountains of sand in the background.
Let us weave the willow and words.

The working people shuffling around,
The trees washing and waving.
Let us weave the willow and the words.
Solider, son and brother together forever

By Shane Rawlins R7

My Father was in the Army

My Father was in the Army,
Protecting the Royal Flag.
His memories of the fallen,
Peace in the Irish Province.

His helmet cold and wet,
In the debris of destruction.
He is always there,
But always unseen.

Rifle nestling in hand,
He takes the shot.
The I.R.A. fight no more,
The price of peace, Death.

A trio of Royals,
Salute the Heroes.
Memories of the fallen,
And the memories of the falling.

My Father was in the army,
Protecting the Royal flag.
His memories of the fallen,
Peace in the Irish Province.

Thomas Haines R7

The Willow and the Names

Birds pooping sat in a hut,
The willow man describing.
I’m running a mile in my white socks,
With my bad ankle clicking and hurting.

The willow man describing
I’m the only person running – so, so, sad,
With my bad ankle clicking and hurting.
The badger the mole the frog and the rat.

I’m the only person running – so, so, sad,
The sea waving up and down.
The badger the mole the frog and the rat.
The death at dawn.

The sea waving up and down,
A man blindfolded with no badges for his country.
The death at dawn,
The poppies made of stone.

A man blindfolded with no badges for his country.
I’m running a mile with my bad ankle clicking and hurting,
The poppies made of stone,
Birds pooping, sat in a hut.

BY Connor Plumbe R7

Weeping into the River

Here in a forest
Adjacent a river
Damaged victims
Leave pain behind.

People feud
For freedom.

Peaceful tempo
Of the river’s splashes
Passed us.

A life time of names
Ready for the wall.
Dying victims lack blood

By Cameron Mia R7

My Day of Weaving

Explosion of bright poppies,
We stand up and sit down.
Weaving in and out,
Dripping wet willow in our hands.

Looking out at the poppy field,
Weaving with willow and with words.
The silver trees and golden eagle watch,
As the sun shines down on us.

Haiku

A golden eagle.
Above my head, staring down,
Watching over me.

By Katie Hoar R7

Pantoum

I will remember them today, tomorrow, for ever,
Their names upon a stone wall.
One wall left for names unknown.
Sad faces as people walk away.

Their names upon a stone wall,
Some names I know.
Sad faces as people walk away,
Staring up at a blue sky, looking for hope.

Some names I know,
People wondering what their life would be like with the people they love.
Staring up at a blue sky looking for hope,
They already know they are gone.

People wondering what their life would be like with the people they love,
Questions that have unknown answers go around their heads.
They already know they are gone,
But still they wonder and weep.

Questions that have unknown answers go around their heads,
One wall left for names unknown.
But still they wonder and weep,
I will remember them today, tomorrow, forever.

By Bekkie Cooper - R7