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WW1 Centenary poetry

Year 6 have been writing some fabulous poetry this week inspired by our reading of some First World War poetry, looking at medals and a Princess Mary chocolate box from the war, as well as finding out about the individual stories behind their medals for some soldiers. More poetry will be posted over the weekend, but a taster has been posted below.

We are also in the process of creating some slides and readings of our poetry. A few have been completed in time for the Centenary on Sunday. Click on the image below to see this short movie of readings and images.

Well done Year 6. You have all tackled some really difficult issues this week and been brilliant in responding to them. You are amazing poets and should be very proud of what you have achieved since Monday.

 

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Smiling whilst suffering by Pelican27

Smiling whilst suffering,
Walking through mud
No hope left in my broken body,
But still I’m
Smiling whilst suffering.

An eerie silence
Shaking and limping,
Hiding and crying,
But still I’m
Smiling whilst suffering.

Gun bullets flying,
The sound of struggling,
The last word,
But he is still
Smiling whilst suffering.

Poppies growing through the destruction,
Families coming to their loved-one’s grave,
Are they smiling whilst suffering?

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The chocolate box by Jaguar19

The threatening cloud of war
Slowly fades away,
A glimmer of hope
Appears from out of space.
A bronze box is laid beside me.
It opens majestically,
And a smell fills the nose.
Chocolate.

A luscious aroma expands.
It fills the battlefield.
It brings hope,
Hope.

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Breathless Glory, by Koala27

As a distant hero
Struggled to lay his frozen hands on a rifle,
They chose to spend their lives in a river of fear.

As all their dreams are shattered,
Their arms are crossed

They sacrificed their futures
To live a breathless life
With no prayers,
No bells,
You knock on the door of hell.
Whilst you hear the faint sound of mumbling;
Whilst you enter a broken sea of glory.

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The Box, by Mongoose23

On and on,
Eternal war,
Hate and death.
A trailer arrives,
A trailer with a mountain of gold.

One by one, a box was received.
One by one, a box was given.
A box of joy,
A box of hope,
A box of pure good.

Opening the box,
Bang!
Glory, encouragement, happiness
Spew, fizz and bubble out.
The trenches and battles are lit by this little box.

This little box,
This little box of light.

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Lifeless, by Kingfisher12

            Lifeless

Lying there,
In the thick, sad rubble.
Breathless.

Flames flicker
As the cannons fire.
Sadness.

The distant sound of screaming.
Darkness.

Dirt and blood drowning his soul.
Forgiveness?

Never to meet his unborn child,
Anger.

The sun is struggling to creep out through the clouds.
Hope?

When rivals meet,
Death envelops us more each day.

Lifeless.

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Times Tables Shift Game

Here’s the link to the Times Tables Shift challenge on NRICH that we played the other day. Click the link to play. Start at Level 1 to learn the game and see if you can get to Level 4.

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Liz Kessler, The Tail of Emily Windsnap, A book review by Otter16


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Jeff Kinney, Diary of a Wimpy Kid


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The Wish (Little Freak) by Puma36

Stop! Dad, please can you respect me and let me live a normal life? Why can’t you ever not get money from my body? It just isn’t fair. When people come to see me, it makes me feel so upset and humiliated due to my body. Nobody sees my soul; they can only see my swellings. Where is my mother? I bet she wouldn’t do this to me.

Please can you just let me live a normal life with wood and not you? No normal person would abuse children in this way because of their disabilities. It’s my life, not yours. Let me have a normal life; let me see the real world. Could you just give me freedom? I just wish to have a life as a sculptor and I could get us so much more than we have now. Could I just see any other colour apart from black? Let me see outside.

Please, I know that my body is misshapen but can’t I just have friends? Why won’t anyone understand the bulges on my face. Can nobody see how gentle I am? If you look hard, then you will understand me more.

Where did my mother go? Did you do the same to my mother? But then how did she go? Why would you do it to me? I am your only child. WHY?

LET ME GO! LET ME BE FREE!

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