The Tank 

A tank is so huge,
A tank is so very, very noisy.
A tank is so scary,
A tank is so very, very powerful.

A tank is so deadly.

by Rhys Olivier

 

Stillborn

I stroke his head, he can’t even feel,
So lifeless and still.
Not moving, just motionless.
Tears of sadness drip on the ground.

 

Tank

It comes rumbling on
Like a huge flaming monster
Snapping towards you.

by Frankie Cox

 

Standing on the Grass

I’m standing on the grass,
I look at the stones and pebbles
And think of those babies forgotten.

I look at the stones, all with sad messages,
I look at roses that remind me of love
And the baby in the middle of the eye.

I see in my mind all the sad parents,
With tears running down their faces
All missing their babies, forever.

by Henrietta Salford

 

Shot at Dawn

I am about to die,
What shall I do?
Shall I cry or scream?

by Ollie Shaw

 

For All the Babies

For all the babies who have died,
For all the mothers who have cried,
For all the fathers who shed a tear
Because their baby will never be near.

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Monster

A tank is massive.
A crushing monster.
I hate the monster

 

Execution

I can’t do it,
I can’t shoot.
How can I shoot a man I care for?
I can’t do it
Even though I’ll be there tomorrow.

by Simon Clarke

 

At the Rise of the Sun

I am about to be shot,
What do I do?
Waiting for the signal,
Who is going to shoot me. who?

They are about to shoot me,
What have I done?
They are shooting me at dawn,
At the rise of the sun.

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The Tank was a Secret

The tank is scary
It will run over all things.
Don’t get in its way.
The tank was once a secret
Now we know about tanks,
They can kill us all!

by Matthew Anthony Pritchard

 

Young at Rest

We saw the baby,
Beautiful as a butterfly,
Cute as a kitten.
I tickled his chin
He did not giggle or cry.
He was at rest in heaven.

by Rebecca Bedford

 

Tanks

Tanks are massive,
Tanks destroy lots of things.
Tanks are very strong.

 

Shot at Dawn

The man was terrified,
Thinking about his family.
He was sad and scared
Blindfolded
In the dark
He was trembling.

by Rhys Dalby

 

For all the Babies

For all the babies who have died
Each mother has cried.
The tears have dropped upon the ground
And not made a single sound.
They still know that you are there
And they will always care.

by Danielle

 

Sophie

She died just like a butterfly
Only one day old
And I love her very much.
Sophie, Sophie, I love Sophie.

She is a lovely angel
Up in heaven now
And I love her just as much.
Sophie, Sophie, I love Sophie.

My daughter cries
 Because she’s gone
And we love her so much

Sophie, Sophie, I love my dear Sophie

by Esme Wade

 

For Babies Who Have Died

The sorrow melts my heart
For all the babies that have died.
They have died so young
They never saw daylight.

Millions of babies have died
And will always be remembered,
In Africa, others are forgotten
And will never be remembered.

I’m sitting on this stone
With a cold baby behind me.
It’s all curled up as if it’s asleep.

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About to be Shot at Dawn

I was so scared
I didn’t know when it would happen.
I was terrified and shaking.

I should have gone into battle
And I wouldn’t be in this mess.
I won’t know when I will die.

I have butterflies in my stomach,
I can’t stand straight with my hands tied.
The pain is killing me.

by Rachael Dinham

 

Too Young

It’s lying there
My beautiful baby.
Too young to go,
Wish you could come back.

I put my hand on its head,
It felt so warm
Wish I could hear your first words
But you were too young to go.

I held its hand,
It was a gorgeous sight to see.
Wish I could see you grow up
But you were too young to go.

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Shot at Dawn

Yesterday I told the commander
“I can’t fight no more”.
Then I found out that
I was going to be shot at dawn.

I was tied to a post
Blindfolded
My hands tied behind my back.
I didn’t know when they would fire
But it was going to happen soon.

I was thinking about my friends and family
My wife and my children.
How are they going to cope?

By Megan Watkins

 

My Baby Will Never See Daylight

My baby will never see daylight
Or the dark of night.
I talk but my words will never be heard.
The stone that I write on will never be seen.
I love you baby I do.
I cry but my tears mean nothing

To my baby boy.
Nothing will cure me of this loss
My one and only little one
Will never see daylight.

 

Tank

Rumbling, tumbling at you
The great big black tank is here.
Scream and shout, let’s run.

 

Shot at Dawn

Shot down at dawn,
That will be me tomorrow.
I was too scared to go to war,
I’m only fifteen,
I’m too young to die.

Shot down at dawn,
I have to shoot
My best friend tomorrow.
I just can’t do it,
But if I don’t I will be shot tomorrow

Shot down at dawn,
I really can’t sleep
I only have one more night to live.
Tomorrow my best friend will shoot me

Shot down at dawn,
If he has to die
Don’t make me shoot him.

By Emma Swift

 

Regiment

The Royal Tank Regiment is very loud
Tanks are very big and can run over trees
Tanks can frighten people.

By Alice Baskerville

 

Train track

The place was very deserted
Thirty thousand died
By building a train track.

 

A Tear

A tear from Mum’s eye
The innocent baby dead
A rose on a stone.

By Joe Peters

 

Oh The Poppy

Oh the poppy,
Oh the poppy.
The symbol of death,
There after the war.

By Josie

 

The Brave

So brave, so frightened.
Won for their country
The ones who died.
The poppies remember them,
Thanks to the poppies.

By Morgan Upton

 

Babies

A tear of the mother,
A baby inside,
Just like a butterfly.

The pupil of the mother,
The womb in which the baby lived,
Never gets to see daylight.

By Charlotte Finney

 

Poor Babies

Sorrow for mothers,
As their little baby dies.
Just like a butterfly.

Sand slips out of your hand,
Butterflies live just one day,
So do some babies.

 

Death Railway

Why, why did people die?
From building just one railway.
Now all is peaceful.

By Megan Wood

 

Death Railway

The Japanese soldiers took over Singapore.
They made the people build a railway.
30,000 people died building it,
That is an awful lot.

It took them three years or so,
To build it through the jungle.
Some died from bites,
Some died from sorrow.

By Edward Morley

 

Stillbirth Sorrow

Never seeing life,
Many a teardrop is shed.
messages on stone
Those who never saw day
Those poor, poor stillborn babies.

 

Railway Remembrance

Prisoners of war
And peasants working hard.
Death from starvation.
Illness meant certain death,
No mercy for the enslaved.

The Armed Forces Memorial

Thousands already there,
Thousands more expected.
On the memorial walls.

By Kacey Compton

 

The Baby and the Mother

The light of the baby,
Mum has a tear in her eye,
I want to know why?

 

Trees

Trees, beautiful trees.
The colour of green for peace.
Such beautiful things.

 

People

Lots of people dead.
Not just adults, but children
For no reason at all.

By Keely Bamber

 

The Railway

Railway, now in peace.
Prisoners were from Briton
If ill they would die.

Railway so old,
Hard work put into it.
Though sadly many died.

Adults, hard working,
Poor people worked to death.
Now it is in peace.

Sad Children

Parents that have died,
So sad that people have died.
Poor little children

Children are so sad
Because their parents have died.
They miss their parents.
                                                                                        
They are so sad,
We feel so sorry for them.
They have sad lives now.

Memorial

So many people on the wall.
So many more expected.

On the memorial

By Lucy Hawton

 

A Tear of Sorrow

A tear of sorrow,
A butterfly flies away
Before its last day.
A tear from a father,
For a baby has lost it’s life.
What did they ever do?

 

The red rose of love,
A drop of a blue shiney tear,
White for a cold baby.

A railway track they’re building,
So very hot and bothered, poorly too.
Now they rest in peace.
Prisoners and peasants, all working,
Peace has all gone far away.

What did they ever do?

By Sophia Ford

 

Shot at dawn

It is so scary being blindfold,
Having your hands and feet tied up.
I wish I wasn’t going to be shot,
I’ll miss my friends and family.

By Gabriel Richardson- Handy

 

Mums Sad Day

The sounds of the Sand Garden
Are as beautiful as a butterfly.
A tear from Mum’s eye,
The innocent baby
Dead, as a rose on a stone.
Why did the baby die?
Never even saw his first birthday.
A big tear from the mother’s eye,
like a wave coming to crash,
to hit the mother’s crystal eye.

By Charlie Allanson- Smith,  Joe Peters, Morgan Upton and Harriet Glover.