Remembrance Day Poems

Beech Class led a very moving and thought provoking Remembrance Assembly on Friday 11th November. The Year 5 and 6 pupils shared poignant poems that centred on the human experiences of loss, conflict and hope. Their clearly delivered words helped us all to remember the sacrifices others made for us.

Remembrance Day

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Leaving

The thought of leaving your loving family is bad,

But the last warm hug is the worst.

There is no point in making friends

Or looking forward to going home,

Because you know what is going to happen…

You think I don’t want to survive.

I want to live, for life.

 As soon as you take that step on the battle ground,

Bodies, bodies, bodies, As far as the eye can see…

                                by Charley Baker

 


But Still We March On…

Shells rain down on us,

But still we march on.

Guns open fire,

But still we march on.

Screams echo round the valleys,

But still we march on.

Mortar fire pours down on us,

But still we march on.

Pain through my body,

But still we march on.

Falling into darkness,

But still we march on.

My eyes closing,

But still they march on.

The end of my life,

But still they march on.

Up in Heaven, I look down on the war

And they are still marching on.

Watching my friends come up,

But they still march on.

                                   By Joe Hilton

Remember

Remember the war,

Let the happy memories

flood your mind like the sea,

and the blood-covered battlefield melt away.

Let the shots of guns

turn into the bang, bang of fireworks,

and the open scars close like clams.

Let the poppies grow.

Let them double and double again

until there’s a carpet of red.

Remember.

                                     By Rosie Rogers

 

 

A Poem of Peace and Poppies

Remember soldiers who fought for peace.

Let the scars and wounds skip from mind.

Forget bombs, grenades and bullets,

Let thoughts of guns fire away from souls.

 

Memorise the braveness, in seas of tears.

Let those frowns turn upside down.

Leave the blood-stained images that scar,

Let umbrellas protect you from raindrops of sorrow.

 

Wear your poppy and show your peace.

Let love, joy and hope fix cracks in trampled hearts like glue.                                   

                                                           By Jemima Yeandle

 

 

War

Gloomy clouds covered the sky,

No-one could even remember how to smile.

Day and night, battle kept fighting,

Men never gave up on their country.

So few survived, so little lived, so many died.

Trampled fields, covered in blood-stains.

 No life for ages in those places,

Until the first sprout of a poppy.

A sign of peace, a remembering end.

The red, blood-stained grass now red poppy-covered.

So remember the poppy and the men who died for us.

                                                                 By Jess Denham

Where the Poppies Grow

Where the poppies grow,

A war is raging.

There is no green,

Just muddy grass.

 

You can see the chill,

Like rain on rooftops.

You can hear the pain,

Screaming, Crashing, Wishing…

 

The day is grey,

The night is black.

Sunset, Sunrise.

It’s a new day,

Where the hopeful poppies grow.

                                             By Molly Rice

 

Remember When…

Remember when brave men died in war,

Remember when soldiers died in awe,

Remember when booms and bangs filled the sky,

And lost loveless families began to cry.

 

I cannot believe how many died

and how many wept and how many cried.

I cannot believe that because of war,

Not many lived anymore.                                                           

                                  By Robbie Bellamy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remember When…

Remember when brave men died in war,

Remember when soldiers died in awe,

Remember when booms and bangs filled the sky,

And lost loveless families began to cry.

 

I cannot believe how many died

and how many wept and how many cried.

I cannot believe that because of war,

Not many lived anymore.                                                           

                                  By Robbie Bellamy

 

 

Classes Involved

Exe Valley Federation
Cheriton Fitzpaine Primary School

Cheriton Fitzpaine,
Crediton,
Devon EX17 4AN

01363 866456
Newton St Cyres Primary School

Exeter,
Devon EX5 5DD

01392 851267
Thorverton C of E Primary School

School Lane,
Exeter,
Devon EX5 5NR

01392 860374
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