Kyle Dunnell

The Sweet Country We all Died For.

There I Was On the Front line in the British Army

Fighting To Hear The Soldiers Either Dead

Or Screaming In Agony. The Enemy Had Fallen Back after we had attacked them. We Went To base and relaxed for another few hours

Soldiers were writing to their families or paying respect for their old friends who stared death in the eye.

The Next Day.

We Have Pushed em' Further back to their Capital

Another Soldier was killed in an Ambush

I Have Luckily Survived

It was Like Death

Charging At you

In A second...

BANG!

Day 3 On the Frontline

Walking for days through sludge and Mud

Killing the enemy in almost every Blow

Who Knows Where The Rest Will Go

Planes Are Being Shot out of the Sky

When War Happens The Time Fly’s By

'Good Luck!' Says My Friend

Then An Hour Later For Him It’s The End.

50 Days Later

More and more die each day

More and more graveyards In which they lay

'Gas Is Coming Rally The Troops!'

They Put their masks on

Some Failed and Gas Filled their Lungs

The Charge to take the last base

We Ran and Most Survived it was like It would be an easy win but when it looked easy... I was shot dead by a Heavy Machine Gunner

Jodie Davis

She knows when you’re about to die

By the grey blanket of mist

That layers her eyes

A scream is pounding inside her head

And when the reaper takes your soul

And leaves you for dead

She screams keeping the soul lingering

Making the reaper late again

To another bean sidhe

Her screams like a violin

But to humans it tends to make you death

She never grows old

But she wont die young

She’ll live forever screaming soul songs

She wails in the night

She wails in the day

But saving one life

Is another ones death.

Only bean sidhe

Will notice her irises colours swirl

Anna Bourbousson & Katie Lane

The tears from his eyes

Show his families cries

Because he did not come

Back alive.

The tears from his eyes

Show his daughter’s cries

Because she won't see

Her daddy again

The tears from his eyes

Show his cries

Because she won’t see

Her daddy again

The tears from his eyes

Show his cries because

He won’t see his family

Again.

By Anna Bourbousson &

Katie Lane

Tom Whitehouse and Oluseyi Oladejo

Soldiers  

Soldiers die for us everyday

Over and over again hearing people screaming in pain

Little children’s dads may never come back again

Death surrounding all their friends

In this world there are wars going on

Even in places that we never knew

Respect all of the soldiers that go to war

Soldiers are here for you through it all

Peter Tonning

SOLDIERS + GUNS

SOLDIERS SOLDIERS  NOTHING BUT SOLDIERS

THEY FIGHT ALL NIGHT

THEY DIE LIKE CATTLE

BASICALLY WITH NO DIGNITY

BASICALLY WITH NO PRIDE.

GUN SHOTS GUN SHOT NOTHING BUT GUN SHOTS

THEY TRIED TO SURVIVE

THEY TRIED TO FIGHT

BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY

THEY DIE.

BY PETER TONNING.

Paige Legood and Danielle Walpole

Soldiers

Soldiers die everyday,

Old and young, as we pray,

Loved or not,

Dieing, Why? Where? What?

I lay here thinking,

Every night blinking,

REST IN PEACE!

SOILDERS!

Poppies

People die in the war,

On behalf of us,

Poppies spread everywhere,

People crying everyday,

I can see this in my family,

Every single way,

SOLDIERS, REST IN PEACE!!!

By Paige Legood & Danielle Walpole!!J

David Clarke and Matthew Allen

Bombs flying, men dieing,

Soldiers on the ground but what can they do.

Families end of crying,

due to losing the man of the family.

Guns shooting fast as bombs are dropping,

People dieing like cattle,

As the war goes on the guns are not Stopping,

How many days will this go on?

Will it end any day soon?

Samson Davies-Batt

                       SOLDIERS IN BATTLE

SOLDIERS WAKE-UP THEY DREAD DEATH

HOWEVER THERE EXPERIENCE WILL BE FILLED WITH DEATH

THEY HIDE IN THE TRENCHES

THEY CRAWL ON THE GRASS

THEY USE CANNON BALLS

BUT IT WOULD NOT STOP THE INEVITABLE

DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

THEY WAKE-UP DEMANDING FOOD

INSTEAD THEY JUST ARE IN A REAL MOOD

THE SOLDIERS TRY

THE SOLDIERS DIE

THEY LOOK LIKE THEY ARE ABOUT TO CRY

DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

THEY FIGHT IN THE TRENCHES

THEY GO TO MAKE WEAPONS

THEY EVEN MAKE CANONS

BUT NON OF THEM WILL WORK

DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

ON THE LAST DAY OF THE WAR

THE SOLDIERS TRY TO SURVIVE

THEY TRY TO DODGE BULLETS

THEY EVEN TRY TO SHOOT PEOPLE

BUT AGAIN NOTHING WILL WORK

DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

Connor Males

World war one has only just began

Were drinking rum

And were chewing gum

It smells so bad

We just saw a lad

He looks so sad

I don’t understand

I cant hear a sound

It  looks like a round

Gun fire and lights

They really want a fight

Its half way through , how

Can we lose we smell

Like booze we really

Shouldn’t snooze . Bombs

Exploding over my head

I can hear the dead.

Connor Males

Why him?

Why…why him… please,

He didn’t deserve it he’s.

So young what a terrible way to die,

Taking a bullet through the eye. 

Why is this happening please explain,

Who is causing this explosive pain?

What is happening to the world today?

When did this actually benefit men astray?

Bullets flying,

Men crying,

Glairing down the gun sight,

Gives you such a fright.

Finally it’s coming to an end,

Home is only just around the bend,

Many cheers lots of beers,

Wipe away all those tears.

By Connor Males

Deanna Shephard

Afghanistan

I don’t want to die,

I want to survive,

I want to grow old – go grey

                                          and wrinkled,

 see my children grow up…

Have my children.

That is how women feel in Afghanistan feel,

That they cannot walk down the street without the fear

They may be a bomb hidden,

A sniper on the roof,

Someone with a machine gun.

How lucky I am to live and love in safety,

Why can’t all the world live like us,

In safety! In peace! In happiness!

Why can’t they be left alone?

                                  By Deanna Shephard

Amellia Kiddy

Trying not to love you

I’m trying not to love you

I’m trying not to care

I’m trying not to love my life wishing you were there

I’m trying not to wonder, where you are or what you’re doing

I’m sorry I can’t help myself

I fell in love with you

By Amellia Kiddy