Memorial poem. 

Signs of Sky Larks and Rippling Streams.
Curved Engraved Walls,
Representing Lost Lives of Heroes.
Families’ Cries helped
Save Others’ Lives.

The Shot at Dawn Statue
Makes Me Very Sad.
So Many Pillars and Memories
Surrounded by their Loved Ones.

Not Lost, Not Forgotten
But Remembered in Time
Pictures and Flowers
And People Saying their Goodbyes. 

Shannon Voss

 

War

They were brave and strong
To fight for freedom
And let the queen do her job.

And let the ack ack girls shoot them down
To save the men who stood by them.

And all the birds that were singing
They were not there to begin with.

             We shall remember them.

 

 Sam Heele

 

The Memorial

For every name upon the wall,
A gravestone is made,
Families are stung by their losses,
They can’t carry on with their lives,

Others are oblivious to the pain,
They just carry on with their lives,
So let’s do something for the families of the dead,
And realise the strain.

 Abi Neal

 

Sad Times
People being killed,
By their own true friends,
The sound of the deadly guns,
And then you were SHOT.

It was a really sad thing,
But it had to be done,
So they had to get over it,
Before another war had begun.

All the names that you have seen on the wall,
It is very sad for us all.

 Sophie Wilson

 

‘Heaven and The Nettles’
  
Water dragonflies fly, birds tweeting, and polar bears silent
A statue lives somewhere
Awakes at night
They are ghosts, to visit their relatives
Still alive and hearts beating
The memorial gardens
Have no nettles
No pain!
A silent place called heaven.

The relatives of the dead, grieving for a silent place
Heaven – for their loved ones.
Nettles as a token of pain
Surrounds everyone
To hell they must stay
The Nettles!

 Bethany Street

 

The Way of the Wind

The wind blows the river so the water moves along,
While the fish swim around like a busy city,
The sun shines reflecting on the water,
Dragonflies skim their reflections.

Trees get blown so they are swung around,
Flies board the leaves as a rollercoaster,
The leaves fall down, the rollercoaster’s broken,
People then stand on the leaves making a crunching sound.

Tom Eustace

 

Unforgotten Heroes

A wandering dragonfly skims the lake
Unaware of the meaning of this place.
He hovers around looking confused
Just like the soldiers who got killed.

Underneath a streamed line sky,
I’m watching people say goodbye.
The list of names upon the wall
Show the people who never came home.

 Katie Jordan

 

Why is it me? 
They’ve caught me, there’s no way out,
The Blackness of the shadows fills me with fear,
I don’t understand why it has to be me,
I feel so sad and lonely,
I see lonely memories drifting away,
Never forget me, even for a day,
I see families troubled with grief,
My life cut short,
It wasn’t my fault,
I see my name added to the wall,
Shortly followed by one more.
 

Lauren Lincoln

MY MEMORIAL POEM 
Never forget the people who die
Along the rows, the birds fly
The dragonflies kiss the soldiers goodbye.

Everyday there’s sobbing hearts
In the river there’s ripple pools
The ducks swim gently and paddle by

The falling branches represent death
The people that go there are in an absolutely terrible mess.
 

Craig Bayliss

 

Un-Born Love

To take a life that is so small,
Doesn’t seem right, no not at all,
The skylark sang you to sleep,
And now I know that it’s to keep.
 
You never got to walk through mud,
All the way to Kingfisher’s Wood,
You never got to see the day,
You never got to learn and play.

I feel so sorry, truly I do,
Because you didn’t and no one met you,
I know that you would have been a great child,
Beautiful, tender and ever so mild.

 Jessica Poynton

 

If only  
The trees blow in the fresh wind,
With statues standing still,
People visit and pay their respects,
To those who fought for us.

The pain the feeling we can’t imagine,
As their plaques stand still in the trees,
The name, the age, when they died,
Will always be with us.

The tall brave men and women stand high facing heaven,
But now they’re just a post,
That post was someone, being murdered by their own,
The firing squad get ready, and leave them for the dead.

The families, the heartache all alone,
With a lost soul that no-one can replace,
The memories are all so joyful,
If only, If only, Only if.

 Emily Baggott

 

A Blank world 
When a life ever so small,
Doesn’t see a world at all,
They don’t see the sun of day,
Or the first snows of winter fall.

At an age so small,
It doesn’t seem right at all,
To you I guess it was never there,
The best feel of love and care.

You didn’t see someone,
And they never saw you,
But I’ll tell you something now,
I’ll love and miss you.

Zoe Nye

 

They Will Be Remembered

 

When they died at war,
They were remembered,
When they were taken home,
They were remembered.
*        *        *
When they were buried,
They were remembered,
When their names were put on the wall
They were remembered.
*        *        *
And now they will always be remembered,
They will be remembered,
Today, tomorrow, forever,
They will be remembered.
*        *        *
 

Daniel Goodenough

 

Shot At Dawn

The blindfold went on, the target soon followed.
The tears started to run down my face.
I could hear the sound of the guns, bullets clicking into place.
I could hear the people around me crying.
Some faces I could recognise - they were friends and family.
The gun went off, I then knew that death was upon me.
I now lay dead upon the ground.

    

Thomas Hansen-Smith

 

As Clouds Break

As stones at night make a sigh,
Moss on rocks mourns the moon,
When trains make fur-like clouds,
 You never know what is going to happen.

Water and streams make lakes,
Clouds and girls make ack acks.
Marching soldiers and marching creepy legs,
Scary spiders crawl away and ants rush across the dirt.

    

Paige Hall

 

Memorial Poem

Beside the river
Branches and swans
Dragonflies all around
Beside the river

Millions of millions of names
Never going to end
And never will
Millions of millions of names.

Metal eagle 
Painted gold
Ready for prey
Metal eagle

 

Daniel Pickstone

 

War 
                   
People have died in the trenches.
At the memorial there are benches.
If you flee you will get shot.
If you don’t, your nerves will play on you.
The soldiers march back and forth lifting their heads up stamping their feet.
Trumpets sound echoing through the air
Parades of uniforms along the gravel path.
Crowds of people visit this place to remember loved ones and family lost.
 

 Daniel Stanley

 

No Life to Live
Love me always, alive or dead,
If so dead, leave me in peace on my resting bed.
Do not grieve if I am gone,
Hoping people are happy, everyone or none.
Protect me from the evil and bad,
Otherwise it will make me quite sad.

Kids being shot by the firing squad,
Leaving my fate resting with God.
Teasing the frightened, given a fake age,
The biggest heart of all, too much rage.
In a graveyard of the dead,
Wishing they told the truth instead.

To walk the past, the memories of others,
And separated from their fathers and mothers.
Being called a coward and a liar,
Saddened hearts without their fire.
With the soldiers, still alive inside,
Now they live by the river-tide.
 

Ashleigh Glover

 

World War 1

I see people die around me
And they will lay with blood in the sea.
The sea looks like a shark has bitten millions
The ground is an assault course stepping on people.

Solders go to battle to get peace
If people were to run away, they will die.
There were ten German bombers in the air
In the air there were ten German bombers.
Then the RAF from England, the RAF from England, the RAF from England
Shot them down.

Jack Millward

 

The memorial poem

Poppies going from white to red
As the poor victims bled
Knowing soon they shall be dead
Hoping that they weren’t lying in their deathbed.

Aeroplanes are flying
People are dying
We will remember them
For their loss. 
 
Jobe Page

 

The Eagle

The eagle’s feet scar the water,
Wings rustle as wind flies by,
Eyes wide and bright, spots a mouse in rustling leaves,
The bird rises then dives,
Talons catch the mouse,
Its sharp beak penetrates the body like a bullet to a soldier.

By Nathan Hunt

 

The Memorial Poem

Beside the river
Lay chopped trees,
And there by it lay blood crunching leaves,
Lying on the gliding water like a barrage of bullets.

Standing next to them are their heartbroken friends,
Where they keep on fighting like soldiers in a battlefield,
Discarding their fear to fight like true soldiers,
Going through the year like a swift snake.

 Rayshauun Suen

 

World War 2

Along the river,
Leaves and sticks crunching
Between my feet,

Friends shooting friends
Thought they were cowards,
On a cold winter’s morning
He can still be seen shedding a tear,

To take a life before my eyes
I’ll still love you
Dead or alive,

We will remember them.

 Laura Taylor

 

Dragons and death.

Dragonflies brake into corners,
Skid beside the naming of trees,
A buzzing in my ear, like a bee, but softy,
I look but cannot find it,
In a rotting log, a woodpecker’s feast,
For every death a branch shall fall.

Dragonflies in my ear,
Filling my day with lots of cheer,
Every man is a tree,
Every women is a flower,
Not many flowers,
But many trees,
For every death a branch shall fall.

 Charlie Aston

 

War of the Words 
The obelisk in the middle towers over all below,
Like a look-out post protecting us so,
Then you see the names of them all,
Paraded around like a princess at a ball,
Planes, bombs, guns still used today,
But this is about the past of yesterday,
They fought for the queen and country,
All of us,
Their effort is sure to be remembered,
That is a must,
Thank you to all of them, we will forget never,
We will remember them today, tomorrow, forever.

 James Graney