Poetry Finding A Voice Using Talk for Writing.

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Poetry- Finding A VoiceUsing Talk for Writing.

• Composed by Year 6 children at
• St. Peters Primary School, Gloucester, as part
  of their creative curriculum work on life in
  Britain after WWII.

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War is War is a form of apocalypse, a
destructive plague murdering every innocent,
heartbroken soul, War is a magnet-a magnet that
attracts death, it shatters hearts and blurs
memories, War is the icy face of death, facing
the souls of brave soldiers, War is a deathly
mist killing everything it settles on, War is the
key to misery-why must it end as a blood bath?
, War is a form of apocalypse, a destructive
plague murdering every innocent heart broken
soul!
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Bang! The grave stones shiver in spectral
silence. Nocturnal darkness engulfs their tears.
A mothers cry breaks the emptiness. I close
my eyes and still see the crystal sky. In the
darkness the water is a pool of tears. People
scream, thunder shouts. Teared paper and
contorted plaster litter the ground . BANG! The
final bomb explodes leaving death and destruction
behind it.
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Scream
Tanks ferociously storm through cities, Bombs
whistle through the silent air, As quick as
lightening, souls scatter, Daggers thrust
themselves into brave soldiers bodies, Rubble
crushes large crowds, Depression everywhere!
Screams fill the dead air. How could anyone
survive?........

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The whistling bombs! Flattening bombs whistling
through the air With their tongues tied! Smart
bombs are sparing and raging..ready to Attack
the worried people! Rapid aeroplanes are
concentrating on the bombs And are laughing
meanly! Panicking people rushed and run rapidly
for safety!
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Life of an evacuee On a dark, murky night, I sat
in the Crowded carriage, Children screaming
and Crying with sisters and brothers My heart was
pounding deeply a sound I could not mistake. I
wept over my Far off mum and dad, it made my
poor Heart ache I reminisce the threatening sound
of Hurtling bombs, their noise destructive And
brutal. Remembering my lost home And family make
me sad I hobbled out of the misty carriage, My
feet knotted uncomfortably, I clearly Knew my
years to come in this horrid House was going to
be hard and long
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DESTRUCTION!!! The rubble carpeted the
unfortunate unwanted souls Trudging through the
dark, spooky streets was as terrifying as having
a gun aimed at your head Destructively, tanks
stormed through the streets destroying everything
in their path Angry rifles spat out fiery balls
of death Destroyed ruins lie in complete silence
Mischievous bombs charged through deserted
streets Marching armies wrecking peoples lives
What did we do to deserve this?
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War has started Now the war has started the sun
never shines, Slouching around the dull sky moans
about the disturbing noises, Triumphantly the
bombs hit the ground then lie there with
lingering guilt, Childrens faces - as white as
chalk, War is a magnet pulling people into a
death zone, Childrens souls as empty as can be.
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The Blackout!!! No longer does
the sun shine in the bright blue sky, It hides in
the night atmosphere, Frantically everyone
scrambles about for a shelter.
Raucous bombs pound the ground, Enemy planes
bring us dread, Screeching mothers shed their
tears.
Waving goodbye to their children they feel their
hearts break, Yet they carry on! Feeling scared
everyone sobs sobs a river of tears, Everyone
gives up!
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THE BATTLE Ghostly silence coats the misty air as
it eats at tiny souls Soldiers are ready to
attack with the sword in their hands Blazing hot
sun is threatening to set as the soldiers get
ready at the hand to fight. Now the war has
started sun burning with hatred like
fire War-war is a death bed waiting for people to
come Waiting, waiting he steps forward not
wanting to fight anymore he wants to go home he
sleeps in a pool of blood.
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The black out Screaming mothers shed their
tears Waving goodbye to their precious
children Ghostly silence was disturbed by
the Screams of sirens. Anxious families scramble
with panic Towards safety. Just as enemy planes
of evil birds attack! Up roaring bombs smacked
the ground with A gigantic bang. Completely still
on the ground, as the war carried on, Laid the
rubble. Thankfully, the deadly destructive war
had Finally ended. Families that had survived
were devastated. Heartbroken the war had taken
their home Everything away from them. Happily
everybody celebrated!
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The battle There emptiness and hunger in the
eyes of sorrow. Cheerless families wait
endlessly, for their loved ones to
return. Devastating war is a thunder storm a
thunder storm that never ends. Hundreds of
soldiers scatter as the speeding bullets appear.
BANG! BANG! The sky is already red as the sun is
threatening to set. Fellow soldiers
witness the terrible slaughter. In the background
faint cheering voices are heard. Getting louder,
louder. Apparently the battles been won!
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THE TRENCH WAR The trenches where as silent as an
assassin To watch my fellow comrades in pain was
like watching the grim reaper do its work Silence
destroyed by bullets hitting the blank haze air
Our sarge always said take the injured leave
the dead Soldiers retreated into the deep dank
forest As they regrouped with another
unit Comrades scatter into the dark haze of the
forest patrolling perimeter Enemies siege the
unit bullets take the souls of the living
soldiers A monster approaches opens its mouth
spits out a bullet of death and destruction