Entries by children aged seven to ten
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I Once Was a Husband... – By Ruby Addison, 10
Thornton Primary School
I once was a husband happy and proud.Until the war came along and the bombs were loud.
Guns at the ready.
Fire away!
Over the top, shells, gas all day!
In the trenches mud all wet,
too cold to fight and now we’re dead.
I had to go and now I lay,
in the black field where all the dead stay.
I Am A Soldier – By William Agombar, 10
St Bede C of E Primary School
I am a soldier who has seen terrible things,I am a soldier who has watched blood trickle down bodies,
I am a soldier who has overseen men fall,
I am a soldier who has been in the trenches,
and seen all the rats and people with trench foot,
With those who have lost legs and those with shell shock who just kept going,
I am a soldier who has seen poppies sway in the breeze,
I as a soldier who played football on Christmas Day against those Germans.
We remember those who fought in the war and did their best to save their country,
On the 11th hour on the 11th day on the 11th month we remember them who fought in the unforgettable war,
I am a soldier who survived the war!
Pistol – By Bilaal Ahmed, 9
Keelham Primary School
Pistols get reloaded it is like a nurse with a Tomy.They blow and they huff and spit out a bullet, but that isn’t the end.
They are still used but have the strength of a lion.
They have some muscles and also power.
I can cut you and kill you.
I have the power of lightning and the sound of thunder.
I dash through you and throw you to the ground.
I’m as hard as rock and you are as soft as a pillow.
They used me for protection and that is what I’m for.
I will charge at you like a bull and that is what I’m created for.
Life In The War – By Umair Ahmed, 9
Thornton Primary School
Wishing never to go to war.Until Christmas came,
Rifles raid, desperate to run,
The worst is yet to come,
Life cramped with tons of horror,
Summarising family life,
If I back out, I will be shot,
I must protect my country,
Fighting like there’s no tomorrow,
Courage of lions they all posses,
Just wishing Christmas would be near,
Who will win?
Who will lose?
Who will survive?
The Great War! – By Manmeet Aiyley, 10
Thornton Primary School
Today’s the day when the war started.Bombs and guns are firing every second like fireworks!
Air forces and air strikes are launching bombs, humanity is gone everywhere.
Oh Christmas is here, everybody with joy!!!
Presents and photos of families are shared with happiness.
Everyone’s forgotten the war no more war only joy!!!
Now let’s have that football match full of happiness!
Am I glad the wars ended.
No more guns, bombs and air strikes.
I’m glad that there are no more gas attacks because they are horrible.
“Haaaa” I wish my friend survived he was a great friend.
Now there’s not war again, don’t let it happen again.
By Adam Ali, 10
Thornton Primary School
The soldiers and the gun now shoot.Next day killed and then someone,
Day gas mask, donkey is dead
Big and brave crosses trees and birds
Drink about plane tank at war ship hero
Knife battle fields air force
Bayonet Britain, navy sword
France pilot Russia, Germany
Sailor, horseback, airship, trenches.
By Imaan Ali, 10
Heaton St Barnabas Primary School
I creep slowly up the trenchThe smell of enemy is near
My legs wobbled up the trench with fear
Sweat was dribbling from my like blood
Boom! Boom! The sounds of guns blasted above my head
I crawled up the trench again all around me bodies lay dead
I stood perfectly still like a statue
But it was too late the bullet zoomed towards me
By Saadia Ali, 9
Westbourne Primary School
I’ve packed my clothes my Sunday best (There is no room for all the rest)I’ve packed my memories in my head
At night, I’ll share them with my ted.
I’ve left my home my own bedroom.
I’ve left the smell of my mum’s perfume.
I’ve left my Mum, she had to stay.
I wish she’d come with me today.
I’ve left my bike, my pride and joy.
I couldn’t bring my favourite toy.
I’ve left my friends, and all I know I wish I didn’t have to go.
The War For Peace – By Ben Allwood, 10
Eldwick primary School
The dark, cold, sludgy trench, as I woke from a hard bench.The bombs give a whistle and a bit of boom as it gave a gloom.
Someone yelled in pain as his blood dripped down his chest like rain.
Sweat trickling down my spine as I hear another whine.
Nothing to eat nothing to do, I wish I could bake a nice warm stew.
Back at home the family here, as they gave me a big cheer.
The is how the war was done. I have served my country well with my gun.
WW1 – By Maha Amir, 7
Thornton Primary School
World War is getting ready to fightOw the battlefield is busy
Roar! Get ready to fight!
Left dead alone!
Death alert!
World in doom!
Air is dirty!
Run for your life!
One last word and you’re dead!
No man is bad!
England might defeat!
Dream A Better Dream – By Jenny Appleton, 7
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Guns wept tears of bullets, sorrowfully they cried as they killed innocent people.The blood of soldiers flooded and gushed out like a rain storm coming down.
As soldiers die their tears are memories, of the ones that loved them.
The soldiers that die pass on their flame to the others that carried on the violent war.
The soldiers that are dead end up in heaven remember their childhood.
Poppies were spirits of death himself, standing there at the side of dead bodies.
Still the poppy petals are red like new bled blood in war.
Fields full of spirits of soldiers, that we will never forget.
Sophie Hardcastle, 9, Roberttown Junior& Infant School
The soldiers were in the saggy, endless mud,
Guns go BOOM! It is deafening for the soldiers,
Gloomy, pitch black skies come over the trench,
Soldiers crying, rats scurrying and flies buzzing,
Their feet so sore,
We will remember them all the time.
My Poem About WW1 – By Thomas Armitage, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
I am a soldier, called Tom Minth.Hopefully you’ve noticed, I stand upon a plinth.
I feel like a stupid snowman, in the cold
In not much time, my feet and toes start to mould
The whales, blubber and newspaper, doesn’t give me any help
And now I want to whimper, possibly whelp.
The officer blows his whistle so I can’t write much more
Now I must charge against the enemy’s core
The Germans are ferocious and think they’re just
And now, I’ll stop to give them our thrust
Our courage there’s to fear
As we shed a tear
I’ll write more....hopefully
Rifle – By Ben Ashworth, 10
Keelham Primary School
I’m frozen like iceWhat shall I do?
I’m dashing around day and night
Shooting bullets to win the fight
When I run out of bullets I’m terrified
Although I am well looked after
I need to reload fast
When the bullet goes out my mouth
ERRRR! That doesn’t taste nice
The bayonet on the end of me
Makes me feel bulky
The bullets screaming to get out
They will be out soon
I think somebody is getting close
I’m scared what shall I do
BANG! BANG!
Blood pouring everywhere!!!!
WW1 Battle – By Thomas Ayrton, 10
Blakehill Primary School
Murky sludge,Brown waters,
Full of disease and pain,
Rats,
Dead boddies scattered across land,
What a horrible place.
Going over the top,
Bullets bite into people.
Hell stares at you,
See a dying face,
Shell holes,
Tombs holding many people never to be found,
As scary as your worst fear,
Poppies cover the battlefield,
They show you the way to find your loved ones,
The war should of never started.
Where The Poppies Bloom – By Adriano Baggiano, 9
St Mary and St Peter Primary School
Alfred, Sidney, Daniel, BertieAbdullah, Samuel, Mydyo, Cyril
Wallace, Nathan, George or Robert
Whatever their names,
Our brave soldiers.
Whatever their origins
Our ancestors
Gave their precious life to the reign.
The navy moving with a roaring steam
And it goes past the sea.
Soldiers topping on the grass
They run on the surface like tank
Advancing one inch each time.
Poomb!!!
Shot to the people and red poppies glow
In the air
And the silence grew.
The air force zooms through
The air like a record shooting
Into the space
At the 1st World War the dead
Had no graves,
Sometimes.
But we can’t forget this sacrifice
When the red poppies bloom
The valiant soldiers walk in the land again.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Saif Bahandur, 10
Bradford Grammar School
My ribs are broken.My angel must be depressed,
My angels head is chopped off,
No one cares about me,
I just sit collapsed in town,
My blood on the floor.
Oh how much more
The bells are saying when is it going to end?
The broken wooden beams are lying there,
Like they are locked in place.
The War Of The World – By Hollie Jo Baker, 7
Worthinghead Primary School
It was the war to end all warThe brave men, the brave screams
I tried to run and hide
I ran with fear and started to cry
I hear a roar of thunder and bangs
But it was the bombs that smashed up my house
The bombs of the war that killed my gran
I go back and fight
To save my town and people
I tried my best but failed
I give you my failed hands
But I still lay there sleeping
My body in a broken heap
In a cold dark coffin
Over me the poppies blow.
Peacefully
By Georgina Baldin, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
I’m starved of food,I need food.
Oh I hear,
Oh I fear.
I need you mum,
I need to hum.
Regret – By Megan Louise Bales, 10
Thornton Primary School
The day I said he could go was the day,I knew I had to say goodbye,
I felt like I was going to cry,
Mud and rain he was in I can’t imagine the pain he was in,
But when I got the telegram what was I going to tell his son?
Your dad is not coming home for supper.
Died in action of fighting in the dark war,
I saw his ghostly figure in front of the door.
Me in the war – By Ellie Ball, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Us soldiers are fighting,For our families at home,
My kids and wife are terrified,
So is my mum.
My clothes and bag are immensely heavy,
Let’s talk about my gun,
It’s extremely painful and it weighs a ton!
I have my poppy on my bag
Each and every day,
I look at it and think to myself,
I’m so far away!
Last week there was a gas attack,
I struggled to put my mask on,
I eventually figured it out,
And the raid went on for long.
These four years have been so long,
I missed my family so much,
I finally saw them yesterday,
And my kids said I’m strong!
So you should wear your poppies,
Like for me and my family,
And the rest!
The Great War – By Evie Bancroft, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School The fought for the freedom of England,And for the freedom of their world at home.
They all had the strength of dragons,
And they had the hearts of true warriors.
They wouldn’t let England lose.
The front line was vicious and cruel,
The trenches were full of mud,
The gas bombs were as poisonous as an unknown murder,
But the soldiers still kept fighting.
Across field after field until exhaustion took over the warriors ran.
All day and all night for what seemed like forever.
World War 1 was a terrible time,
As black as your darkest nightmare.
But luckily for us, it’s over!
World War 1 – By Jack Bannett, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Dejected soldiers reading letters,Hearing loved ones in their minds,
Wishing they were home and safe,
Dreaming of a life that is kind.
Distressed relatives writing letters,
Mums, dads, sons and daughters,
All with their hopes and dreams,
Hoping there’ll be no more fighting.
By Daisy Barker, 7
Thornton Primary School
Pop popBombs hitting the hated ground
Squelch squelch
Soldier marching in the mud
Buzz buzz
Flies zooming past me.
Boom boom
Bombs exploding close by
Sniffle sniffle
Missing my family
Squeak squeak
Rats all over the place
Hooray hooray
Soldiers marching home.
World War 1 Experience – By Ella Barker, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
World War 1 is frightful we all know it’s true.In the wet and damp trenches we all hated the loo.
We got diseases very easily and head lice too,
Every single person got the same horrible flu.
And it was hard to get rid of it too.
The soggy trenches were moist and cold,
And my sweaty feet were going to mould.
You could not get to sleep at night, while looking at the stars,
They had to wait to get a drink from the black and white cars.
Life there was horrible, yes really was horrible,
From 18-40 many lives got lost that were loved!
Poppies – By Kian Barker, 10
Blakehill Primary School
Red,Black in the middle,
Green stem,
Sad to remember,
A symbol of remembrance,
Of WWI,
Deaths sorrow,
Grow on graves,
Next to graves,
Some in graves,
So just remember.
Pitch Black Night – By Flora Barker-Hill, 8
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
BANG! The guns are firing all around,The muddy, squishy trench is making
Our feet sore, buzzing flies will never go away.
We are never ever dry, scrumptious, divine bacon in the afternoon.
Cold Victory – By Samuel Barnard, 10
Shipley, Bradford
I lay on my empty stomachShivering but determined
I watched the enemy
Intently following their every move with
The crosshair of my deadly rifle
A nearby gnarled tree
Reduced to sawdust
In chorus my trusty comrades
Cocked their guns as an
Overhead plane cut through the gloomy sky
Like an eagle
While the enemy looked up, distracted
We struck
BANG! BANG! BANG!
There was the sound of thudding
The German soldiers
Dropped down
Still twitching.
By Peter Barrow, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
I am a soldier called Alex my friendI want to tell my story before my end
Digging the trenches back breaking work
Under the trees the enemies lurk
I hold my trusty rifle
I miss my mum’s old trifle
The gas raids are unfair
Don’t try escaping don’t you dare
Now the war has ended, the poppies break through
It’s so hard to believe that the war was even true.
A Poem To Remember – By Susie Barrow, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear friends my name is ArthurI think I cannot go any further
I lived in Leeds before this wicked war
Then I lived the trenches where the rats just grow
The worst thing was the trenches
There was no comfortable benches
You might think it was exciting
But then you worry about the fighting
I really did not know
The trenches were this low
Someone shot me in the arm
Before I heard the alarm
So then I got a letter
Say, “Hope you get better”
I started to get scared
I didn’t know if anybody cared
I could not stand it anymore
My arm was shot and it was sore
I couldn’t take it so I cried
And then very sadly so I died
And here I am still standing today
There’s a statue of me not far away
I want you to take my place one day
Fight for the Country and go my way
One more thing I forgot to do
Make sure you have a friend or two
The Battlefield – By Jay-Jay Basha, 10
Blakehill Primary School
Looks like hell,Feels like it too,
All those dead bodies,
Haunt my dreams,
Haunt my life.
Dead bodies scattered around,
Blood paints the field,
Flanders field,
Place of sorrow,
Place of death,
Place of war.
War Is A Game That Never Ends – By Hassan Bashir, 10
Clockhouse Bradford Grammar School
Poppies grow on a grave,Allies say ‘may their soul rest,’
Infantry run into battle,
Blood shed everywhere,
War is a game that never ends.
Rats run everywhere killing men,
Tanks drop grenades taking lives and spitting fire,
Zeppelins come in all directions dropping shells for pointless reasons,
War is a game that never ends.
Dreadnoughts come drowning men and sinking ships,
Cavalry come riding horses,
Rotting carcases lay there stinking away,
War is a game that never ends.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Imaad Udeen Bashir, 10
Bradford Grammar School
As I walk through the door,I see the cathedral has become a victim of war.
Ram shackled spines of stone,
Looking like a shattered bone.
Inside, it is even worse.
Ribs cracked, read to fall into the abyss.
As I look at the tortured angels,
I see their smiles taken from beauty and turned into a victim of war.
We Won – By Diya Basra, 10
Bradford Grammar School
World War One, World War OneWhy did it happen?
World War One, World War One,
Exploding like a cannon.
Influenza, my pal had,
Typhoid, my brother had,
Trench foot, my father had,
Trench fever, my Sergeant Major had.
Poor conditions, low rate of hygiene,
Rat-infested environment, tin helmets,
Cold temperatures, bombs exploding,
Cramped and crowded.
Bombs, grenades, rifles,
Made me deaf,
Stale, cold food,
Made me get weak.
My pals all helped,
In the war effort,
Sorrowful, sad, neglected,
But what we did,
Was all worth it,
As the news came,
WE WON!
A Thank You Poem To Our Soldiers – By Emily Battersby, 9
Wellington Primary School
World War One, the war begunA hundred years ago
There was no choice, except to fight
To the battlefields we have to go
I would like to thank our soldiers
For all that they have done
Bravery, confidence and strength
Each and everyone
A poppy every year I wear
To show I really care.
By Abigail Battle, 7
Thornton Primary School
Will they die? Boom Bang Boom!On the battlefield is where the war begins
Roaring at the enemies
Lying dead, the gunfire on the battlefield
Dangerous months
Will they survive?
All the soldiers who went in the trenches
Rubbish conditions
Only one side can win
Not many survive
Everyone was happy when the war ends
By Jacob Beckwith, 10
Whitechapel C of E Primary School
Soldiers lie behind sand bags,Taking cover – hanging onto gas masks.
Clinging onto their lives,
Fearing the devilish night.
SCARED where is the sleep?
Hearing bangs, screams and shrieks!
I can picture the men walk through sludge,
Worn blistered feet – trudge, trudge, trudge!
The gas! The gas! The worst thing of all,
So deadly it makes us tremble, cough and fall.
I can faintly remember my beloved friend,
Couldn’t get to his gas mask, we knew this was his end.
But if you my friend,
Were on that battlefield.
You would wish you were home,
We were all so tired with fatigue.
So I pay my respects to those who died,
But sometimes I wonder was I lucky to survive?
By Amelia Bell, 7
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
In the war I fell very sorry for the boomsAnd every boom somebody would die
When the ground shakes it means that somebody had been shot.
The howling howling in the night.
It was like a black cape covering the sky at night time and bangs and bombs.
The deafening noise of the cannons booming and the horrible life they had we will never forget them.
Victory – By Amelia Betts, 10
Bradford Grammar School
As the sun rises,Brave hearts go out to battle,
Leaving loved ones back at home.
Away from the fighting,
There is unhappiness in the air,
All the devastation leaves hearts broken.
All the bombers lined in rows,
Camouflaged people laying on the ground,
Thinking, hearts sinking, there is nothing they can do.
People return home,
Some don’t, for those, poppies are placed,
They say “pain is game,”
But all they care about is victory.
Poppies – By Shree Bhattacharjee, 10
Bradford Grammar School
They risked their lives to save us,They didn’t want to kill.
They risked their lives to free us,
Where they fought, on top of a hill.
Poppies are red,
To remember the dead.
To free us all,
From slavery, hatred and brawl.
Now with the new and gone with the old,
We mustn’t forget once we are told.
They fought in the war, your great grandfather and mine,
So polish their trophies till they shine.
Poppies are red,
to remember the dead.
To free us all,
From slavery, hatred and brawl.
By Maidah Bibi, 8
,Heaton Primary School
War is evilWar is the devil
War is fighting
War is inviting
War is sadness
War is badness
War is scary
War is not merry
War is blood
War brings tears like a flood
War makes you cry
War makes you die
War gives you death
War takes away your breath
War is only blood
War is not good
War is no release
And it doesn't bring PEACE
I think war ends in heaven
By India Bingham, 10
Keelham Primary School
Thousands of Soldiers who fought in the warThe whole things that they saw
Was lots of blood and gore in a
Field but they didn’t have a shield.
They stayed In the Trenches which had lots of mud.
There was also lots of blood.
There were lots of bombs
They wasted lives of lots of innocent toms!
World War One – By Neo Jose Binnj, 9
St Barnabas Heaton Primary School
“We will fight in the bright!”Only poppies grow in Flanders field.
Rolling for the next strike and night.
Listening for sounds like Boom! Crash! and footsteps!
Daring for people to fight in the bright.
Waiting for the next strike!
“Are you ready to fight lads?”
Running as fast as a cheetah.
One, two, three ran
“Next is the strike of life!”
Elder and youngers, fight to win.
Navy – By Dylan Blencowe, 10
Keelham Primary School
Nervous you have to goAustralia is too slow
Victory is one to wish
Young but still a Tommy wish
BANG BOOM! – By Harvey Bolt, 10
Eldwick Primary School
The bombs are dropping.SQUISH SQUASH!
The mud is yucky.
HELP HELP!
Soldiers screeching.
OUCH OUCH!
Prickly barbed wire
YUCk YUCK!
Horrible rats.
BANG BOOM!
I’m dead.
World War 1 – By Joshua Boston, 7
Woodhouse Primary School
This was the Great WarWhere heroes were born
Frightened young people
Brave and strong
Countries came together
Untied as one
To fight for freedom
Against an evil enemy
Men and women
Serving their country
Proud to be a part of history,
Many lives were lost
A heavy price to pay
We must always remember them
Even though the pain and
Suffering will never go away.
Battlefield – By Eliza Bould, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Blood ran red where poppies now grow,Are they our friend or are they our foe?
Dreams were lost then it started to frost,
We tried to make peace when all was lost.
Our feet started to mould,
Suddenly we felt very old.
The trenches are cold and grim,
Suddenly we got news that we’d lost Tim.
The less we forget
The more we will remember.
The Man With The Helmet – By Milly Boulding, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Swaying swaying,Red poppies glowing like blossom.
The helmet was on the cross it was to say he was in the army,
The grass fades the sun as it is high up to the sky.
Hills are high up there nearly touch the blue cotton clouds.
The cotton buds were swaying in the mysterious sky,
The poppies billowing in the breeze,
Remember!
It’s the end of war!
It’s the end of war!
World War 1 – By George Boulton, 9
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
World War 1 was badThere was no fun to be had.
The soldiers fought on the battlefield some soldiers couldn’t be healed.
We remember them by the poppies for the soldiers that saved us all.
The Great War – By Charlie Brankin, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Men that went into battle,Risking their lives for ours,
Watching the guns fire and fire,
Hoping to give us freedom.
The larks are singing
The soldiers are firing
Trying to accomplish the battle
And go home where they belong.
Staying as quiet as the can
Trying not to alert enemy lines
Their lives on the lines trying to save on another
War is such a cruel thing.
By Logan Brennan, 10
Thornton Primary School
High command sent us out,that was when we realised the full motto,
Join together, serve together, DIE together.
Down in the muddy trenches everyone realised
it’s our time goodbye.
Nobody realises how scary it was to go over the top in no-man’s land.
Until they go.
My comrade was almost over when: BOOM
He was shot-down in seconds.
On my sleep-shift I cry myself to sleep..
It wasn’t self-pity, it was pity for the dead.
I was drowning, drowning in sorrow.
WW1 – By Chloe Broadbent, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
War should be banned!War is destruction.
Rifles bang.
Numbers are going up fast.
As death takes them down faster.
Death is alluring around my door –
I know it’s for me; I am 17!
I know I will be up there soon.
Even dead or alive I respect them.
Trenches, foot-deep with mud and mess.
Shell holes, whizz-bangs, explosions, rifles,
Privates and sergeants, colonels too.
War is no fun.
War is a mess.
By Lexi Bryant 8
Our Lady and St Patrick's Roman Catholic Primary School
P is for poppies that grow in Flanders fieldsO is for 'Our Today' that they gave for us
P is for people that we remember
P is pain that we feel when they're gone
Y is for the years they can never get back...
Fight On – By Oliver Bryant 10
Eldwick Primary School
“Fire” the sergeant cries!The guns are firing,
The bombs are dropping,
Men are dying.
“Run” the sergeant cries!
The Germans are coming,
Hide in the trenches,
Save Yourselves!
I don’t want wars to be repeated,
No more men to be defeated.
Men will go from thousands to zero
Everyone who’s died is a hero.
It’s not the time to wimp out,
Do it my comrades! I shout!
England fight on.
By Evie Bullers, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Mum I might.Sign to fight.
Maybe the war.
Not sure.
Need to come home.
I don’t know when.
I’m alone.
Need to fight a German Hun.
Sister, sister you’re the best,
Mum, mum I’ll be back in a few days.
Sister, sister I’ll make a nest.
Mum, mum my friend pays.
By Jack Burnett, 7
Thornton Primary School
Waiting for battleOn the terrifying battlefield
Roaring to the army men
Lying best to survive
Dying with no help
Waiting alone
Animals dead
Rat alert
On the ground
No survival
Enemy attack
By Scarlett Burnley, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear mum it is Tommy I miss you very muchI might fight but the war is scary
but my pals need me as
well as you to save the town
crash boom blast mum
they’re throwing bombs at
me see you soon and look after the cat
love Tommy
xxxx
and I don’t get that much sleep.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Harry Burns, 10
Bradford Grammar School
Right in the centre of a city.I stand there looking very pretty.
But I don’t stay like that for long,
Cause the Germans come and bomb me,
That’s very wrong.
I’m breaking down like a solider
With shell shock.
All my stones falling like a man off a cliff.
But then I’m all quiet,
Not even a peep.
Not even the sound of a little mouse squeak.
Everyone’s rushing to get in,
The fire brigade telling people to wear hats made of tin.
Everyone’s rushing in to see if artefacts are there,
But they find nothing,
That’s not fair.
I am doomed,
I will take years to repair.
There’s not even the remains of a little wooden chair.
Soldiers – By Daisy Burton, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School All day and night,The shots of the guns while we sleep
I wake up and peep through the holes,
A shot from the enemy missed me again
I need to get some sleep for tomorrow’s big fight,
My mum’s ever so worried for me and Jack
She is trying not to cry,
I want to go home I don’t like this fight
The shots of the guns scare me all the time,
The gloomy skies wanting us to fight,
Dodging the enemies. POW CRASH BANG!
By Hadya Butt, 10
Thornton Primary School
Hyperthermia, trench foot.I’m always surrounded by squelching mud.
Drowning in an ocean of sorrow.
Nowhere to run. Nowhere to go.
Hearing the whispers of my fallen comrades.
Why not me? When will this war change?
Listening to the eerie cries of those who’ve been affected.
Where will I go? Will I be protected?
Nothing left to live for.
Why should I survive anymore?
Sudden flashbacks of the Somme.
Then the pain had just begun.
Death pours into my brain.
Making me distraught, making me insane.
Death finally took my life.
Silence – By Wlyat Butt, 10
Bradford Grammar School
We sadly lay the poppies on Peter’s grave.I thought of the hope during the Great War.
So much devastation to come, so many injuries to come.
The diseases oh they make me sad.
Trench foot, nits, the dreadful old plague.
The food was also what Peter complained about.
Food such as bully beef, which was tinned meat.
What a fool Peter was for stepping into no man’s land; between the British/French trenches and the German trenches.
Oh how grump I am with him.
In Flanders fields.
The poppies blow.
Between the crosses.
Row on row.
World War One – By Olivia Butterfield, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
We will remember.One awful time.
Remembrance day.
Loud noises.
Damp trenches.
Wake up and fight.
Army troops.
Rainy days.
Outside.
Never forget about the wars.
Everyone now has freedom.
World War One!!!!
In The Trenches – By Lucy Cade, 10
Thornton Primary School
In the trenches, there I lie, beneath the cloudy, misty sky.In the trenches, we can’t sleep, in this muddy hole down deep.
In the trenches, missiles blow, I just hide my head down low.
In the trenches, I feel sad, hen this is over, I’ll be glad.
In the trenches, we have peace, well, I think for now at least.
In the trenches, we try to stand up, although we know we have no luck.
In the trenches, guns shoot us, friends run round like bees that buzz.
In the trenches , I turn my head, to see that my dear friend is dead.
By Luke Callaghan, 9
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
The field was a pit of darkness,The poppies said goodbye to the soldier when he flooded with sorrow.
Devastation was around him falling guns near by that is war.
People chatter as the gun was shot.
Gun rage, while the gun was shot at the people.
Death And Poppies – By Maja Callaghan, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
No-man’s land where soldiers lay,The poppies grow night and day.
All the soldiers bombed or shot,
Some are dead but some are dead.
We’ve remembered all this way,
We still remember on this day.
All the soldiers in heaven above,
They are still there with lots of love.
In no-man’s land a peaceful sound,
All the soldiers lay on the ground,
While the poppies brightly glow,
The soldiers no longer in trenches below.
World War One – By Thomas Cameron, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
In World War 1 when the fields were loud,Soldiers were killed all around,
As they lay on the ground beneath,
They were bleeding, bleeding, bleeding.
In the trenches where people lay,
They were waiting for another day,
As they shouted help, help, help,
Their aid comes jogging over.
As the soldiers were fighting,
Bombs were whistling over head,
And loud gun shots firing out,
They pray for war to be over.
World War 1 – By Ella Cana, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
The bullets fire out of no-where.Bombs explode in the battlefield.
The sounds of screaming soldiers.
The traumatising deaths of others
Anxiously firing the guns.
Nervously pulling the trigger.
Soldiers dying.
The war is now over.
By Jack Carney, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Soldiers stamping in the rainy mud.Planes crashing, engines blowing.
Men dying, blood spurting.
Men coughing, very scared with tears everywhere.
Horrible blood everywhere everybody is so scared.
Trenches blowing, bombs screeching in the sky, scared women in their houses.
World War One! – By Alfie Cartwright, 10
Worthinghead Primary School
Poppies are red, violets are blueI hate violence, and you should too
Most of the people died in war
How poor, poor, poor
We may have won but lost a lot
Because they all got shot
We lost them quickly
We lost a bunch
People are hungry so they eat their lunch
The war goes BANG and
BOOM BOOM BOOM
Bullets are fired shells drop
People fall but never forget
People fall and that’s that
END!
WW1– By Mia Casey, 9
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
I was there in the trenches,With death above my head –
Rifles at war with rifles.
Destruction roaming through the land whilst,
Explosions create shell holes.
Enemies send whizz-bangs to our lines.
Squealing as they go.
Private, corporal, sergeant too –
Yelling commands which end it bangs.
Poppies blooming in the fields,
Will soon be long gone,
But I will still be here…
Until my life has gone.
Allies lining up with me.
Everything happened so suddenly.
The war is still here… life goes on as well.
Who would have thought living could be worse than hell?
From Start To Finish – By Neve Chadwick, 10
Eldwick Primary School
The memories came flooding back,Off he went with his rifle and pack.
Down in the trench looking through the periscope,
He believed in himself with pride and hope.
For now I miss my wife Jenny,
Then one day I received my death penny.
RUNNER UP
Gassed – Freya Chamberlain, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Mats Schmidt was one of the lucky ones,For he only lost his sight,
Others lost their arms and skin,
He only lost the light.
The gas attack was deadly quick,
The yellow smoke sneaked in.
Mats gasped and choked, he rubbed his eyes,
But the gas stole them and drowned his cries.
For “lucky” Mats no more bright colours,
No beautiful girls for him to miss,
Flowers forever would hide their colours,
Through his eyes, just a dark abyss.
Mats was German but the gas didn’t care,
For gas doesn’t recognise nationality,
English or German gas is still lethal.
We Will Remember – By Mia Chan, 10
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
We will remember the ones who died.The ones who fought, laughed and cried.
With the red poppy we will never forget.
All the heroes we never met.
Every year we remember.
On the 11th of November.
Praying Man – By Mackenzie Chedzoy, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
The cross is burning likeA fire log,
All the poppies dance while
The man prays.
Black burnt grass shouts
As,
Flaming poppies crying
With joy.
The airsmoke from the bombs,
Kills the breath of a soldier
A World At War – By Jessica Chorley, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
What prayer can save the innocent lives?What hope is left in the mind of a soldier?
What chance do we have of defeating the enemy?
What gives them the strength to keep fighting?
To free the people across the world.
World War 1 – By Aaliyah Chowdhury, 8
Bradford Girls Grammar School
The war is fighting!Quick, we must get you out of here!
With a suitcase packed you are now on evacuee.
Onto the train, wave goodbye to mum and your off.
We have arrived.
Two girls older than me.
One girl smaller than me
Oh no the lady only asked for girls, now what shall I do?
You’re lucky this time because your here now.
Back in the busy city things aren’t going very well.
Houses burning.
Ladies working.
Men fighting.
It is very very busy!
World War 1 Soldiers – By Otilia Ciobanu, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
The poppies are as red as blood.Loneliness and depression leads to death.
The soldier is leaning, crying at the grave of his friend.
The solider fondly remembers his friends,
He shadows why they had to die.
Some of the soldier’s families are happy that they returned home.
The soldiers are proud that they managed to save their families.
By Tamika Ciwanzura, 10
Eldwick Primary School
I am in the trench tomorrow.People dying day and night.
I am worried about tomorrow.
I can hear banging noises and whistling
Shouting over the top!
I seem to smell gas and smoke.
By Sam Clarke, 10
Worthinghead Primary School
Among the fieldsThe poppies grow
Swishing this way,
And that way.
Whilst the gleaming
Little poppies grow grow grow.
Under the ground
The dead bodies lay.
Silent . . . whilst the
Child looks over
And he cries wa wa wa!
Because sadly the boy’s
Dad died in war
World War 1 – By Grace Clitheroe, 8
Farfield Primary School
World War 1 was set in a place,The soldiers were set and ready to pace.
The soldiers were tall,
Strong and brave.
Some of them even ended in a grave.
We remember them all from the very first day.
Lay a reef on Remembrance Day.
The Football Match Poem – By Reece Cockshott, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Only 2 weeks ago: Soldiers were dying on the, muddy battlefield,they are still having an, awful time at war
Only 1 week ago I was still firing deadly bullets on the battlefield and now I still am.
Today: I’m having a great day, we are playing a football match England vs. Germany,
We’re all sharing buttons and pictures,
Sharing cheap alcohol and food, BAM! CRASH!
SIZZLE! We’re back at it again.
MERRY Christmas
My Opinions Of This War – By Niamh Coffey, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name is Dale SquiresFor a living, I work with tyres,
I really don’t want to fall,
In this war, I have to stay tall.
I don’t want to be poor
Like most people in the war,
But soon I might be in a tomb,
But then they will be no boom boom!
The trenches make me feel sick,
Cause the water and mud is so thick,
All I need to do is fight for my country
But no-one gives me meat or poultry!
But now I’m lying on the floor dead,
That’s something I cannot mend,
It really happened so please don’t cry,
Even if you really, really try!
Remember – By Kennedy Collins, 9
Birkenshaw Primary School
My name, my friend is Gerald Jones.I’ve been told I’ve got good bones
I don’t want to leave my wife
I’m scared I will get shell-
Shock fighting will never stop.
In the trenches my feet are wet
Hearing the bombs is such a threat
So always, always remember the
War, and what the people were fighting for.
The Unknown Soldiers – By Ellie Connelly, 10
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
I am the unknown soldier,Anonymous by name and age,
I lie in peace at Westminster,
You can’t stand on my grave,
For I fought and served for freedom,
In Plouge street, Étaples too,
I wish I could tell you my name,
But I’m passed and on-one knew.
I stand at Paddington Station,
With a heavy cloak and scarf,
Reading a little letter,
That left behind a scar.
I gave my life for my Country,
I hope you will remember,
I did it for you, my people,
So celebrate in November.
Rest Of The Poems – By Libby Cowling, 9
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Memories pass by as soldiers die.The poppies cry with sorrow as men die.
Poppies grow as slowly as the wind blows.
Soldiers live, soldier die, – as they trudge by.
As the bullet is shot a man gets killed.
Their lives were like diamonds; as precious as ever.
We will always remember them.
The mud cried as it saw people die.
They were determined to beat the enemy.
Petals of poppies fly away like the soldiers dead.
If they don’t beat the enemy the men that died will never rest.
Soldiers; soldiers we will always remember you died for us.
RUNNER UP
Remember – By Mia Chutti, 10
Clockhouse Bradford Grammar Junior School
Runner up (7-10)
First World War
Is what a lot of people saw,
4 years, 3 months and a week,
Rivalry between the European nations are about the power not patience,
Two groups, two alliances could they divide in balances,
Causalities, causalities,
Are around the world,
Archduke Ferdinand sparked this on all lands,
Assassination, war, tension,
So much can be mentioned,
Triple entente or tripe alliance,
None of them showed any compliance,
Red poppies on display,
Yes this is the Remembrance Day,
Lives were lost and found but respect to the soldiers of that time.
War Poem – By Amy Clarey, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
BANG goes the guns as he gets to coverFeeling small and dull,
Crying,
The splinted wooden cross cracking in half,
Respecting,
His heart as big as a planet cries out loud,
Praying,
Blood red poppies billowing in the breeze,
The poppies in the field turn into ashes
By Scarlet Clayton, 9
Thornton Primary School
Muddy boots and unwashed suits,An army filled with fear,
Rain, hail and mud and pools of blood,
Covered the ground like a flood,
Along they marched through blood and mess,
A field of lost souls,
Many men who have fallen,
Trenches like muddy holes,
Guns spread along the floor,
And death knocking on every door.
Wild Frustrating War – By Tilly May Cook, 7
Thornton Primary School
One life to live.Rats all over the place.
Laying dead people.
Dreading bombs being thrown.
Watery boots.
A life for a life.
Ready to shoot.
One more day to live.
No body to believe in.
Enemies mean nothing.
The Unknown Soldier – By Lucy Cornforth, 10
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
Lots of people went to fight at warHundred, thousands, millions and more.
To do that people were very bold
The people that didn’t go, inside they were cold.
Each individual soldier played his part
When you think about how they suffered it breaks your heart.
We don’t know the names of most of the men
But there was one soldier, just an ordinary soldier
That people remember time and again.
We don’t know his name or where he originated
When he went to war a soldiers life was created.
The unknown soldier was an emblem for grief
But also he symbolises peace.
So now you know how just an ordinary soldier
Can make even the rocks stream with tears like they were mourners.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Lydia Crabtree, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
I stood and watched during the painful war when I shed many tears.Even the angels guarding my front door are nothing now but tears.
The beauty I had while here I stood before the war came,
And after it still here I sit while I am hurt and lame,
My blood runs into my rooms no more,
Still now it’s as if the war is going on outside my open door.
Inside me now I feel.
Like life has become so real.
I’m crying now at the thought of love,
That I once had just like a dove.
But now it is lost with soldiers many.
All my worth now is just a penny.
All war has brought is pain and saddened hearts,
And people crying, seeing carts,
Which will take away the last bit of home,
Taking everything down a winding slope,
In this war many have lost a friend,
Why won’t this war just end?
The poppies lying in the field,
A beautiful sight for all to wield.
War Of The Age – By Maci Craddock, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
The golden helmet ofAn innocent young person
Is weeping out the past
The ragged old cross
Is like a soldier
Standing in its place
Bang goes a bomb
In a poppy field
Another person has died
The war has ended
We won
The War Is Here – By Amy Creasey, 10
Whitechapel Primary School
The war has comeIt’s finally begun
And people are sad and scared
There’s blood and crying
People are dying
And people are sad and scared
There’s regret, sadness
Lots of madness
When people are sad and scared
There’s blood everywhere
But nobody cares
When people are sad and scared
Poppies in France
Nobody will dance
When people are sad and scared
But everyone cries
Everyone dies
When people are sad and scared
World War 1 – By Sonia Daad, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
“Shoot, shoot, shoot, bang, bang, bang,” everyone shooting madly.They all go to the chow to eat their tea after a long day.
Everyone’s tired they lay on their beds starting to snooze off.
A long day’s gone now they wait for tomorrow in their big, thick, grey suits.
Most people who are strong are on the front line shooting like mad “come e’ar lad!” shouts one of the soldiers in his camouflage suit with all of the colourful badges.
They stamp on the poppies and they go all floppy and droopy.
The big green and grey tanks shoot so much so much the noise can make you deaf.
The thin, narrow allies are getting full with people and their enormous guns.
The tanks are so big an elephant can fit in one!
The days have gone by everyone goes to the chow to eat,
They have all eaten and been tucked in their beds see you tomorrow World War 1!
The World War – By Reuben Davis, 10
Worthinghead Primary School
It was the war to end wars,One hundred years ago,
As people watched the clock go tick tock.
We walked into the fields,
It felt like a death zone.
Bang, the bullets came flying,
We got to cover,
As the ground shook,
No more sounds,
Was that all of them?
We fear as we walk into death zone.
Ow no!
The bombs are coming BOOM!
We got to the town where people lay,
Planes crashing,
Bullets flying,
Bombs exploding,
Now poppies lie where people lay,
We will grow older,
But they won’t,
As they were the soldiers of World War One.
WW1 Poem – By Saaim Ali Davis, 9
Heaton St Barnabas
No birds singing where birds once sangNo children playing where once children played
No grass growing where once grass grew
All there is
Bang, Bang, Bang,
Boom, Boom, Boom,
Scream, scream, scream,
Men dying
Mothers crying
War! War! War!
By Grace Dawson, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
I cried out in fear,But I stumbled out of the front-line trench,
The enemy was near.
Hours of shouting and screaming,
Wounded men all around me,
Then I realised with a gasp,
GAS!
On went my gas mask,
I started to run and run,
Suddenly it was quiet all around me,
I was the only one.
Rifles – By Ryley G Dean, 9
Keelham Primary School
As it gets loaded with bullets the bang of a gun isLike the nerves of a Tommy.
The shot of a gun is not a memory, it is
an experience. The weight of the gun is
as heavy as the sun it bangs like an
elephant strong and proud never stops
till the job is done.
That Night – By George Deeks, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Bang, KaboomThe bombs all dropped.
Managing on the gas.
Run, Run
The Germans came
Flung us back again and again
Splat, Splosh
Through the sludge
Men couldn’t go on but I wish they could.
Hurray, hooray.
The war is won
Now it’s time to have
Hi, Hello
My family’s ok.
Now my life will start again.
By Hayden Delahunty, 7
Thornton Primary School
World in dangerOn the dirty trenches
Riding on a horse
Laying down on the floor
Dying suddenly
War is on
Armies attacking other armies
Roaring at the other army
One bullet left
Knives stuck in other people
Enemies charging at you.
There Was A Young Boy – By Kira French Deol, 9
Woodhouse Grove School
There was a young boy from Caerphilly,Who signed up to join the artillery.
The end of the war,
Was all he saw,
Then married a girl called Hilary!
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Emma Dewhirst, 10
Bradford Grammar School
Outside I could hear dreams drifting away,Along with many men,
Inside was nothing better,
My scarred and wrinkling skin crumbled to the floor,
The angels who were guarding me.
Have now gone back to where they came from, heaven.
Wood lay on the floor,
My ribs had fallen next to them,
I was a dream,
Now I’m another dream which has gone far away.
No one cares for me,
That’s why I’m bombed.
People used to die for me,
Now it’s just for the war.
No one cares for religion,
When more is going on.
That’s why I’m sitting here,
Trapped saying this poem.
By Thomas Dodgson, 10
Eldwick Primary School
I’m hearing crying and guns and seeing bombs, sandbags feeling petrified and I don’t know what’s going to happen. It’s just horrible please stop and we went over the top.Soldiers – By Niamh Donnelly, 8
St Mary’s Primary School
All the fighting and warIt was by the shore
Boots were sinking and many men died
While back at home the women cried
All the young boys
Had to cope with the noise
And sleep in a trench
And live with the stench
All you could see were bodies in mud
And people shouting as loud as they could
In all the letters sent home
There was never a moan
Happy or not
Daddy could never get shot
Torture – By Toby Dook, 10
Whitechapel C.E Primary School
Fighting in the sludge,Fatigued men, they trudge, like starved dogs drowning in bogs,
Through the wet, damp mud,
Big red splodges of blood.
Surrounded by a green cloud of gas,
Coughing, spluttering, they can barely move,
Gunshots, grenades, bombs, planes pass.
They’ve be walking for days,
No rest no food, they long for hot dinner trays,
And now they rest in cemeteries,
Now you take up the fight so they don’t perish.
Ode To A Wonderful Cathedral – By Adair Doulah, 10
Bradford Grammar School
My broken ribs on the roof,My angles will not smile.
My blood falling from the walls,
My skin is cracked and dry.
My left to die.
My eyes have been shattered,
My bells are crying with sorrow.
No one care about me,
When there is war forever more.
By Owen Downey 10
Keelham Primary School
Horrible times what to doOne man tried to rule all
Ruling is hard
Seems that way
Everyone was scared and nervous
So never do war
By Joshua Drummond, 7
Thornton Primary School
World War One was such a frightOn the deadly battlefield
Ready all the soldiers stand to fight
Lots of blood I wouldn’t want to see
Dead soldiers everywhere, creepy or what?
World War One was really sad
Any child would hate to see it
Roaring guns firing and away you go
On the day it started, havoc commenced
Not many people survived right then
Everybody there fought for their lives
Just Turned 19 – By Sam Eaglesham,10
Eldwick Primary School
A soldier crouching in a trench,Just turned 19, one shot it takes,
Sweetheart at home, a life unlived,
But now the hopes, hopes are killed,
Along with a million others, every day.
Spirits fly, the war is over,
But forgotten soldiers lie and rest,
With the whole world affected.
Poppies, bright red flowers,
The only way to remember those hours.
Remember World War I – By Rowan Eddleston, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Remember the soldiers once moreBuy the poppies ready for
Remembrance Day
Grow the poppies step by step
Put the poppies by the grave
Remembrance Day
Think of the soldiers day by day
Thank you soldiers for today
Remember the poppies that grew on
The battlefield
Get ready for Remembrance Day.
By Luke Edmenson, 7
Thornton Primary School
World Was 1 was risky for livesOn the battlefields that is where the battle commences
Really sad or what?
Light red blood on the floor
Dangerous death trap, ouch!!
World War begins
America is our best friend
Russia sets bombs off on Germany boom! Boom!
On the deadly battlefield lives are lost
Navy fighting, sea and air
Enemies lie dead on the rough surface
The Poem About Henry Stone – By Anaia Edwards, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
I am writing this letter to sayBe safe good luck and please
Come home safe your children miss you
And so do I so much I love you
Please take care and please don’t get
Hurt or hit I love you so so so much
I hate having to see you go this morning and so did your children
I love you good luck xxx
Will You Remember? – By Lucy Egan, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
The blood dripping down the walls.Dangerous gunshots all around.
The ridiculous stares in the trenches.
The red poppies after the storm.
Will you remember the soldiers who fought!!!
No Man’s Land – By Ryan Elliot, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
As we die in no-man’s land,There will be more shells upon shells,
Guns upon guns being forgot,
Gradually bit by bit being destroyed.
Creeping under German lines,
Planting bombs and shooting guns,
Watching friends and foes die,
Knowing that it could be us.
By Jorja Ellis, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear mum,In the war I saw
Horrible, yucky stuff and more,
I keep hearing bangs and boom
When there’s a bright moon,
The aeroplane saw through the night
But will they make it flow the pipe,
I wish to go home
Oh how I moan,
Love from your daughter
Med.
The Great Attack – By Harvey Ellis, 9
Thornton Primary School
The firing of the guns, Bang goes the grenades,People use bombs to blow down allies
I hate the noise of planes.
Firing in the distance at the people above
All the vehicles are coming run, run, run!
Gas is strong so don’t try to fight it if you do you’ll be hurt
Helicopters are taking off and people are getting ready to fight,
Everybody is evacuating so fight, fight, fight!
Christmas day I was nervous we shook hands with the enemy,
All the people were sharing photos and exchanging presents
So stop being nervous!
Why did people shake hands at Christmas? I don’t really know
So sleep, sleep, sleep!
In the morning I heard a gunfire
So I got my gun and started to fight
Away goes the gas towards the enemy,
So try relax, relax, relax!
Craving silence in the evening
What’s next? Bombs?
The guns are not firing so the war has ended
So be happy, happy happy!
The Snow Is Red – By Robert Elsworth, 10
Eldwick Primary School
“Get out of the trench,” the general shouted.Should I really have signed up I suddenly doubted,
Men die around me,
I didn’t think this is what I would see,
The snow is red,
Because so many are dead,
A man dies beside me covered in blood,
He had done all he could!
Though it’s better to face the bullets,
Than to be killed by a bomb at home.
By Kacey Farrar, 10
Cavendish primary School
Shh, shh what's that?Shh, shh we're under attack!
Shh, shh always remember
There was a lot of death until eleventh of November
There were a lot of eyes filled
And a lot of blood spilled
It's sad but true we've got to admit it
There were a lot of good men killed.
But at the last hour
We have to remember, always remember
The World War 1 flower.
Now, here’s something that's dotty,
In that field,
Where blood was spilled
It was filled with poppies
Let us respect
The men that sacrificed themselves
For our rights
RIP
WORLD WAR 1 – By Paul-Jack Farrar, 8
Cavendish Primary School
Sirens wailing, ears hurting, bombs dropping, rocks throwing.Thought it was going on until Christmas...
But instead, four years!
Britain and Germany. War.
The first ever war. WORLD WAR 1!
World War I – By Holly Felton, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
World War I was a tragic time,With lots of booming guns,
Soldiers miss their families,
No one knew when it was going to end,
The trenches were wet and muddy,
It seems like ages till the war would end but it only lasted 4 years,
When the war had ended everyone was content,
When some soldiers didn’t come home their families were depressed,
But there was one very important soldier name the unknown soldier.
RUNNER UP
Remember – By Amy Ferguson, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
I am the claret poppy that symbolises...The hope that keeps the troops going,
The faith that secures loyalty,
The joy and banter that keeps spirits high,
The sorrow that lights the flame,
The love that carries on going,
The peace that everyone strives for,
The cross that always remembers,
We will never forget.
Wept Away! – By Jessica Fisher, 10
Robertown Junior & Infant School
Their weeping souls are swept away with tears.The dark trees crying goodbye to the brave soldiers.
Brave sons, hearts lost, sorrow gaining.
Saying goodbye in tears, the sunset fell down in sorrow terror.
In the bucket mud field, the soldiers were fighting for their life.
Soldiers disappointed in the sadness and grievance in the moonlight.
The soldiers are as brave as the earth.
His Father’s Son – By Alex Flaherty, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
He was eighteen when it was announced,The announcement that shook all of Britain,
We were going to war.
I remember the day when he signed up to go,
Our George going to war.
I would have done the same.
He was his father’s son.
I saw him as he was leaving,
Tall and proud in his uniform,
Going to fight for his country.
I would have done the same.
He was his father’s son.
I remember when he came back.
Smiling as he showed off his medals,
I was so proud of him.
He was his father’s son.
By Emily Fox, 7
Thornton Primary School
Waiting in the trenches.On the ground.
Ruined forever.
Left dead.
Death trap! Dead or not!
What a boom.
All dead
Ruined for life
On the sloppy trenches, digging it up
Never enter the vicious war
Everyone say goodbye to their loved ones.
The Great War – By George Thomas Fox, 9
Shelf Junior & Infant School
I’m George, aged 8 and it’s 1914,And this is the worst thing I’ve ever seen.
Bombs, missiles, bullets and grenades;
Fighting, creaming and frightening air raids.
I’m George, aged 9 and it’s 1915,
And what a terrible day today has been.
I lost my family in the blink of an eye;
And I’m certain I’ll be the next to die.
I’m George, aged 10 and it’s 1916,
For this Great War to be over, I am ever so keen,
So much pain, fear, death and sorrow;
I hope it’s not going to be the same tomorrow.
I’m George, aged 11 and it’s 1917,
We pray for our heroes and may long live the Queen.
So many brave soldiers have now fought and died;
Leaving their families who have wept and cried
I’m George, aged 12 and it’s 1918,
And for this day to come I could only ever dream.
The war is over hip, hip hooray!
And I am truly grateful that I am here today.
Over The Top – By Anna Christine Frazer, 10
Eldwick Primary School
10 hours agoWe faced the trenches wall,
The whistle,
The guns shot,
Dying in pain we were.
Secrets of death,
People needing you,
People bleeding for you,
The bombs fall,
Lowering the ground,
They did.
Tears in my eyes,
My heart filled with gore,
I don’t feel happy anymore.
The sights,
The gunshot noise,
Still in my ears
War it all came flooding back.
Ten Hours Ago – By Ellie Frazer, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Ten hours ago people died in the war.We made a choice to join the war.
We could hear bombs drop on the floor it’s terrifying.
We had to risk our lives to do it for our team.
We were scared soon because we went over the top.
We died one short day ago.
People were sad that their friends are dead,
Some of our mums had a death penny to remember us that joined the war.
The Day I Fought – By Sam Frost, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
I am David BrownMe and my team had took cover in the nearest town
We walked to the trenches
Then we sat sown on some benches
We had some food
I was in a bad mood
I could hear people dying
Some asked are you missing home I said no I was lying
I read a big letter it said that my mum was very sad
Alan said “cheer up lad!”
The enemy tanks were rolling in
I felt sick and said “Quick I need a bin!”
I heard my team firing guns
I was really proud of my chums
I heard a tank that just fired
I felt really tired
I collected some dog tags
“Oh no!” I had run out of mags
I just got shot
Some people did not
I fell down and lost my life
I felt sorry for my wife
WW1 – By Luke Fryer, 10,
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
The Huns on the one hand,The Brits on the other.
The Hun is my enemy,
The Brits are my heroes.
I wish the heroes good morning but the Hun goodnight.
The heroes must win, but for this, the Hun will die.
The War Story – By Lauli Fukukawa, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
Blood runs from the dead,As it glides down the drain,
The bravery is not… Forgotten!
Fear lies everywhere,
But we shall not give up anywhere
The army men go in with friends,
And come out with or without a fellow friend.
The wives go upset because of their loss,
but some maybe glad for their lovers’ return.
Spirit and hope brought us here,
With peace and pride of our end.
We shall start bright and happy,
As a new future has begun.
WW1 Poem – By Rebecca Furniss, 9
Roberttown Junior and Infant School
Yesterday, the soldiers ran excitedly to war.BANG went the guns another man dead.
The soldiers are ghost slaving the war.
It’s time to pass the torch on and carry on the wicked war.
Once again the torture is upon them, the war is here.
In the middle of the field,
The poppies wept as the men dropped dead beyond their petals.
Slowly, the trees slept sorrowfully as everyone dropped to the ground.
Men fight, wives cry, blood dries.
England has won, it’s a sad glory for her!
WW1 – By Joseph Fynn, 9
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
The Brits on one side, Hun on the other.On the front line there is war.
Riffles poke above the trenches.
Whiz-bangs explode.
Enemies everywhere tell us this is war.
Privates shout obscenities as they charge at the Hun.
Corporal shouts orders out.
For god’s sake, please, someone hold, surrender…
Show the white flag
But let it not be British.
HAPPY Times! – By Elisia Galligan, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name is Oliver Smith,I put myself in a tithe.
I fought in the war, and all my clothes are torn.
I have lost my leg,
So please let me go I beg.
When I got to London I saw standing there,
A beautiful stranger tall and fair.
When I looked she called my name.
I realised she was my wife that had fame,
At least the war is over and all is done.
Happy times have just begun!
WW1 – By Joseph Garside, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
The trenches are waiting, stubborn and cold.Soldiers battled with one another.
Going over the top, the enemy waits.
This is war.
By Aaeesha Ghafoor, 8
Heaton St Barnabas Primary School
Long trenches filled with tired soldiersEnemy shells, boom, crash, boom
Soldiers shooting and both sides die
Terror trails the trenches
Wailing, wounded dying men
Echoing shouts like whispers in the wind
Forgetting is what we’ll never do
Only sadness comes from war
Remember always, the brave young men
Grief hangs around all sides like a cloak
Enemies we should be no more
Truce is the world to end all wars
By Katie Gill, 9
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
Poor people who have diedLucky people still alive.
Rifles which are out of bullets.
Destruction blasted from guns.
Warriors lay down.
Wounded… row, like apples.
Escape.
World War 1 – By BillIe-Jean Goodyer, 10
Carrwood Primary School
A new area has just begunMen we need you and your gun.
The Germans have attacked so men follow my act.
Steady, ready, aim and shoot.
In the war we go defending us from foe.
Guns and rockets let them be free a shilling a week as we speak.
Fight and panic everywhere
We need more so do you dare fight for more.
People see the posters
Stop and star.
Should I sign up should I care?
I want this country to be free god do you agree?
World War 1 – By Suzanne Goodyer, 8
Carrwood Primary School
Trenches get us wet killing us there’s no bet.Guns are lethal but definitely evil.
Our time has come to say goodbye as we are thought to have died.
The Germans have attacked with bombs
So men we need to act
For were gone with weapons so deadly
As quick as could be you’re are future busy bees
Mr Brown – By Sama Gorji, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
General Brown left town to fight for you.He went away to keep us safe and to help the country too.
Caring, loving and kind hearted,
He wished the war had never started.
Poor innocent Mr Brown left his family with a darkened frown.
He lived in fear of dying and every night he started sighing.
Tired, torn and broken, his name was always spoken.
The sound of the gun spoke to him telling him when to dodge and duck, I guess he just had good luck.
One day on Christmas Eve the war stopped and he could happily breathe.
The war ended on the 11th of November 1918 so
he joyfully returned home, now he knew that happiness was back in his veins and he was no longer alone.
Why Did War Begin? – By Conner Gough, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
Why did war begin?All of the guns loading
The first shot will last forever in their hearts
And all the pictures in their head of sad art
The family is crying
Knowing that their son is fighting
Thanking it is going to be over in a month or so
And a week ago they were suited up from head to toe
When the trenches were built
The guns up at a tilt
When Britain joins in
100 years to remember
100 years not to forget
Why did war begin?
Very Hard Life At War – By Charlie Greaves, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name, my friend is Ben ClynthThey have a statue of me upon a plinth,
I am right now 23 years old,
I am quite brave and very bold.
The trenches are damp and grimy,
Sometimes even very slimy,
The battlefield is extremely muddy,
I wish I could go home to my mummy.
In the trenches the other soldiers,
Spread fleas,
I want to go home, PLEASE,
This place is not very clear, but I have no fear.
The war is really tough and hard,
You have to fight for every yard,
As I am running to find other troops,
I am killed, I am unable to shoot.
War Remembrance – By Eva Green, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Remembrance, remembrance is so good,Although some people were bleeding blood.
“It lasted awhile,” yawned a boy named Billy,
It was starting to get a little bit chilly.
Eighteen and over joined the army this year,
It was that smoky it went in their ear.
Poppies, poppies in the field,
They didn’t have anything to shield.
Celebrate, celebrate our side won,
Now we can enjoy peace and have some fun! Wahoo!
The end
Why War? – By Rocco Greenaway, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Poppies blow between deaths on the groundNothing but dead bodies to be found;
Why War?
Gas comes quickly panting to my gas mask,
Putting it on sensing the danger, we have to run fast,
Why?
Sniffing smoky air from deafening gun shots,
Slipping and stumbled in the silky mud with heavy guns
War
The sounds of terror charging out the trenches,
Help us God to win the war.
World War 1 – By Alfie Greenough Mair, 9
Birkenshaw Primary School
Bombs go bang guns shoot-People die and people cry please
Grab a gun and try not to
Die help me before I die
But the trenches was worse
All you could hear was the shooting
Of the guns before you could run from the Germans.
World War One – By Elliot Emery Greenwood, 10, and Daniel Yeadon, 10
St Luke’s C of E Primary School
Here in the trenches we live and die,We lie and wait until morning is nigh,
Why on earth do we have to be here,
It’s so upsetting for my end is near.
All the diseases spreading this way and that,
The main cause of illness is rat,
As they scurry this dreadful maze,
We soldiers just sit there in daze.
No man’s land is now crimson red,
Many bodies lay there dead,
So now on November the eleventh,
Remember those who went to heaven.
Poppies poppies fill the ground,
People crying all around,
They were crying for all those,
Who were England’s heroes.
By Jessica Greenwood, 7
Thornton Primary School
Wait in the trenchesOn a battlefield
Roaring to the other team
Leaking death,
Deep and dark trenches
What happened?
Are they okay?
Ruined forever
Other people dying
Nobody liked it
Enemies fight the world
Gassed – By James Gresswell, 10
Eldwick Primary School
We sit in the cold, dark trench waiting in silence for the next order.Gas! Shouts the sergeant.
We panic and reach for our gas masks.
The horrible green gas creeps slowly over the top of the trench, searching for victims.
We hear the screams of dying men.
God help us all!
Lydia Griffiths, 9
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
The poppies cried when the soldiers trudged by.They ran like ghosts.
The soldiers cried then they fell to the ground.
They wish they could help their friends.
The mud sobbed as the soldiers waved, bye bye.
They are determined to win this fight.
In Flanders field, they were shot to their death and will never see their family again.
That One Decision – By Benjamin Charles Grimmitt, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
We all have to make those hard decisions,For most of us in 1914 it was a yes,
Some of them had families,
For some of them they had no one.
All of the men had to train hard to go,
And when they did arrive they had to be brave,
They had to be determined and fit,
The trenches were disgusting and unhygienic.
All day they would see stretchers with dying men,
For some of them that was the last they saw,
Everyday they would do the same again and again.
Everything was like clockwork.
As the war came to a close,
Villages became empty of men, they were also full of crying women when the telegrams reached,
And little did they know what would be next.
By Ibraheem H, 9
St Barnabas Heaton Primary School
The soldiers are as kind as the king.The weapons are as dangerous as a sharp pointy knife.
The poppies are to remember the strong powerful soldiers.
They’ve got to save the world or we would not be born and our parents would have passed away and would not be in this world.
Every day every night they fight just to save the world.
Trenches – By Elliot Haigh, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name is Harold Log.This is my story in the trenches.
It was World War 1.
I was very nervous on the first day of war.
I write in my diary and send it to my family.
So they can write a note to me.
When the Germans came I was ready,
My friend had just died I was crying all night,
My tears were as big as the River Thames.
I could hear the wind howling in the dusty old trenches.
It was 4:00am in the morning.
I had to eat the horrid but as they say what you get is what you get.
Those sandy trenches are annoying me and sand just went in my eye.
OW... I’ve just been shot in the leg I’m very injured and I’m coming home.
See you soon.
We Fight – By Emily Haigh, 10
Worthinghead Primary School
Hours go byI hear a voice.
It says I will always be with you my friend.
I try for my friend but then
There is death there is blood,
I lay dead
Up up up
With my friend
At least I tried for my country
And my friend.
The Soldier – By Lilly Haigh, 7
Worthinghead Primary School
Be careful around youBecause your friends could be there if you shoot them
That is your fault and they are still there.
They’re dead now
It’s not your fault but we know you didn’t mean to kill your friend.
Your friend is injured
Injured, we can’t help you now your friend is dead.
We are sorry we are sorry your friend is dead.
The Great War – By Harry Hainsworth, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
The medals, the trenches, the guns and the fights.The gun shots, the bombs make noise day and night.
The creams of the bombs when they drop from the sky.
The depressing feeling when you hear the soldiers’ cry.
The horrible, the wet, trenches full of rats.
They had dogs to catch them, but no cats.
Wetness, the wounded, the just plain scared.
They, the abandoned, felt no-one cared.
So this year, when it gets to November.
Buy a poppy, together we will remember.
The Battlefield – By Sam Hall, 10
Eldwick Primary School
We ran across the battlefield,Scared stiff with fear.
Trenches cold, damp and muddy,
The sights I saw need to be forgotten.
But you need to remember them,
Thousands of men fell down,
Doing their duty for one country.
And they will be remembered for what they did
By Natalie Hames, 7
Roberttown Junior and Infant School
The endless sticky mud.The gloomy sky.
The deafening guns.
You can hear rats sneaking.
We have dog to look after us.
I can smell smoke when I am fighting.
By Dylan Hamill, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
I went to go in war. My other friends are in war.I might come back. I will miss home.
I will be alone.
All I could hear were booms bangs gun fire and bombs exploding.
I might fight but not die.
My mum felt heart-broken and I felt proud.
I was sat in the trenches.
I wish I wish I wasn’t in this black hole.
Will I be seen again?
The Warrior – By Riley Hamill, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
That man helped save our life had a gunShot people.
Even saved our country,
War means death,
Guns and bombs,
Even knives,
He saved us,
Bob up and lose your head,
War had to be done,
War had to be done.
Now we can have fun and celebrate!!!
Sadly after the war he had a
Bloody neck and no head!
But a poppy did grow!
WW1 – By Sophie Hamlin, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
What I remembered about the war,Is the sound of whizz-bangs through both day and night.
Dirty meals, cold food, cold feet.
It has started, and may not end.
This is my war.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Ava Hanafin, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
My ribs are broken,My bones are shattered down.
My veins are dripping and
The cracked paint on my bones is like my wrinkled skin.
My candles flicker like eyes in the moonlight.
Broken statues like dead soldiers guard
Pools of rainwater like fallen tears.
My ears are not ringing anymore.
The War Poem – By Rhys Hancock, 9
Hipperholme Grammar Junior School
Boom Crash goes the artillery to mark the beginning of the First World War.I listen to the radio as the events start unfolding in the safety of my home.
But in the trenches where rats scuttle across men’s feet it is not cosy and warm.
The men gather to smoke cigarettes and talk of memories and loved ones,
Sharing stories of their past as this maybe their last day.
Bodies start piling high.
The men say their prayers and goodbyes before they need to fight again.
But suddenly we are winning thanks for the invention of the tank.
In 1918 it is all over, we have won the war.
The drained men can all come home.
WORLD WAR 1 – By Ellie-Mae Hardaker, 10
Pudsey Tyersal Primary
Christmas came with no end in sightThe once smiling soldiers prepare for flight
A friendly game on no man’s land
The next day there's a grenade in hand
After years of trenches, loss and sadness
3 victory days of utter madness
Wear the poppy as a way to remember
All the people lost up to the 11th November
By Oliver Hardaker, 10
Eldwick Primary School
In the trench I woke from my sleep I found my friends Rhys and Harvey as we were at the eve of war. Bang, boom, someone shot down, soldiers crying, Germans screaming, Bang!I’m shot dead.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Ben Harrison, 10
Bradford Grammar School
The bomb exploded as the soldiers reloaded,Almost drunk on gas,
So I run very fast.
Stuck in barbed wire,
Behind me is a grass fire.
Blood on the floor,
I don’t like this anymore.
Another bomb goes off.
Now I’m shell shocked.
Rats in the trenches,
Broken defences,
Barbed wire scattered everywhere.
But it’s all over now.
Over The Top Of The Trenches – By Bailey William Harrison, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Over the top of the trenches,Where I hold my gun,
Before I signed up for the war I thought it would be fun.
Over the top of the trenches,
Where there’s a lot of sound,
You can hear the bombs whistle as they fall to the ground.
Over the top of the trenches,
Where we are packed tight,
I am really frightened about this awful sight.
Over the top of the trenches,
Where there are signs of death,
We keep on shooting until we are out of breath.
OVERALL WINNER (ALL AGE GROUPS)
By Kieran Mark Harrison, 10
Thornton Primary School
Dear mum.Today I shot someone.
It was them or me mum.
I pulled the trigger.
He fell to the ground mum.
Today I shot someone.
Are you proud of me mum?
I was defending my country.
I was defending you, mum.
Today I shot someone.
But I got angry mum.
My best pal Tyler got killed.
He was my best friend mum.
Today I shot someone.
Devastated because he’s gone mum.
Devastated because he’s not here.
I will cry tonight mum.
Today I shot someone.
Did he have a family mum?
A family mum.
Guilty because he might have a mum.
Today I shot someone.
I feel lonely mum.
My room is now empty.
I feel lonely mum.
Christmas At War – By Amy Hart, 10
Blakehill Primary School True enemies when their life is on the lineExchanging gifts and showing pictures
Killing each other knowing their face
Knowing they are just like you
They were your friend at Christmas nothing ever changed
The Great War – By Emily Hartley, 10
Clockhouse Bradford Grammar School
World war one was louder than 1000000 babies crying,It was as scary as being told you were going to die,
As smelly as muck spreading freshly spread,
So horrible it was like washing in a sewer,
As sad as watching a hedgehog get run over,
As gruesome as preparing a fish to cook,
Soldiers were as tired as a cross country runner,
As frightening as getting lost when you’re three,
Trenches were full of men and rats,
Starving, hardworking children worried in the streets,
Poppies were men’s only hope,
Shells falling like rain,
England celebrated winning the war,
Victory won at last,
Dancing, crying and laughing,
And that was the end of the Great War.
World War 1 – By Zoe Harvey, 10
Bradford Grammar School
As the zero hour startedThey went to No man’s land.
Over the top into battle
In to the Dog fight with cold feet
But people conked out on the first day
There breaking new ground
Loads of shell shock every day
They want to go back to blighty
They want to toot sweet
For zeppers in a cloud that night
But hush hush keep it quiet
Skive is not what the army want to hear
The pip squeak person
Had the messy jobs,
Claim into the small spaces
Tomorrow is totally different.
Remember The Soldiers – By Ryan David Haughin, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Over 17 million dead,Blood red gun shots in their head.
Whilst are axis invading,
The hope was fading.
The gun shot sound,
Our soldiers lay on the ground.
On the dirty dangerous battlefield,
Many injured soldiers in need to be healed.
As our recruits wait on the benches.
Soldiers are dying in the rotten trenches.
Deadly, dangerous, destructive tanks,
Whilst military submarines have sank.
Our soldiers are getting old,
Yet our army stand bold.
So remember our heroes and the ones that have died,
And celebrate with a VE pie.
Pride – By Ellis Hawthorne, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Peeking overthe trenches
boom bang crack
bullets flying overhead
watching people march to their sleep
falling to their death will it be me
next?’ crawling over the trench tops bang
dead on the floor, died for my country
but died with pride
The Greatest Soldier – By Summer Haynes, 10
Birkenshaw Primary School
We don’t know what his name isBut he died in great pain
He went to war all happy
But never came back the same.
We may not know how he died
As he said goodbye
His mother was upset
And then she let out a cry
It’s been 100 years
Since World War One
Loads of people were killed
But now we’re all done
We wear poppies
For the ones who died
We go to the nearest memorial
Because the soldiers tried
He was a good soldier
And a good friend
We shall remember him
Right to the end
In Westminster Abbey
Here in my grave I lay
You can’t walk on me
But can see me every day
World War One – By Isobel Heal, 10
and Millie McMahon, 10St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Diseases and infections grow,In horrible trenches down below,
Heroic and great men try to sleep,
While others, afraid, weep.
Remember to this terrible day,
Where the dead men lay.
British and German there’s no difference,
All doing their best – doing their job,
Trying to claim no-man’s land,
Metres away from where they stand.
World War One, the Great War,
What was the point? What was it for?
For country, for family, for all of us too,
So we will remember, both me and you.
By Poppy Helley, 7
Robertown Junior & Infant School
Blinding darkness covers the sky.Leathering gunshots killing our men.
Howling wind bellowing through the night.
Endless mud all through the trenches.
We are never dry.
Frankie Saunders, 7, Robertown Junior & Infant School
The toxifying gas comes from the guns after we fought,
When we go to our trench we have to go through the endless sinking mud,
We couldn’t get dry no matter what we tried,
When we read the letters we hope that we get home,
When we got sleep we heard the rats squeaking.
We Remember You – By Eva Henderson, 10
Robertown Junior & Infant School
His friend is forever goneThe blood red poppies are crying
The soldier is a sea of tears flooding the land with sadness
Today sky is gloomy
Blood red poppies praying for the poor man
The dark grass dies with him
Think deep
Would you feel this way?
The Bayonet – By Rowanne Heslin, 10
Keelham Primary School
The bayonet is stronger thanMetal, lighter than a Tommy
It’s sharper than a knife it swiftly
Slices through an enemy, blood is
Every were even in its mighty jaws
And scary claws, it’s beautiful
Shine is now dry blood, and thick
Mud.
World War 1 – By Cody Hewitson, 10
Eldwick Primary School
All the men dyingDark gloopy muddy trenches
Suffocating smoke
Young sixteen year olds
Hiding their weak fragile soles
Hungry, hurting, death
Running in thick mud
Loud gunfire here and there
Always sleepless nights
Boom bang awful sounds
I wish it was all over
Bright flashes of light
It is all over
Poppies growing everywhere
Time to say good bye
The Mother's Point Of View – By Eva Hiles 10
Steeton Primary School
I hear him say goodbyeThe fight that should have gone
The fight that lasted forever
Although we sang our songs
The fight he should have ignored
This fight wasn't a game
As now I never forgive
As he sits in his grave
By Bradley Hill, 7
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Poppies, poppies reminds us of war,Innocent soldiers thought of us more,
Gave us their lives,
And set us free,
Poppies, poppies, – think of war!
Poppies, poppies drift in the air,
Over graves of those who care,
The rows graves,
Tell us soldiers were brave,
Poppies, poppies – think of war!
WW1 – By Lennon Hill, 9
Roberttown Junior and Infant School I trembled through the damp and muddy trenches.I put education behind my back in fear.
On the battlefield it was like one thousand cannons firing.
Running quickly; I saw my friends dying along screaming in horror.
Day 28 I hope it will be over soon I’m missing my family.
The poppy are whispering sadly.
The time is nearly over it’s my time to be brave
I hear whispers in my mind telling me come on.
At The Heart of War Fare – By Jessica Hirst 10
Whitechapel C of E Primary School
Hear the bombs boom BANG, BANG, BANG,Like the sound of misery and death.
We see them vividly over the land,
As a soldier takes his last breath.
We see the soldiers stutter and stumble,
We hear their cries for help.
We see they’re in pain and agony,
As they scream cry and yelp.
On battle fields it’s a muddy scene,
People dying all around.
And all the gasses are misty seas,
The soldiers green and brown.
But soon one day it’ll be over,
And England will thrive again.
And we’ll all revel in glory,
When we’re free.
The Soldier In WW1 – By Georgia Hitchcock, 8
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
My name is Harry my good friendWhen I started to fight
I thought my life would end.
I live in a trench
It is awful and cold
In a few days you’ll settle I’m told.
I call my house
The terrible trench
There are no seats, there is no bench.
You push yourself up onto the dirty ground
You can’t sleep because of the sound.
It’s gooey and cold in the watery mud
My toe nearly fell off
It’s really really cold.
I got a letter
From my mum yippee
I am happy and I’m sad about being me.
I hoped that her and the house were ok
Wait on the letter it says
We’re fine hooray.
I am really proud I’m fighting in World War 1
It is a really dark sky but out comes the sun.
Two years later
The sun doesn’t come out
I bet they won
But lots of excitement it’s not a doubt.
One more letter
It said good luck my son
They pronounced England and America won.
Yes we won!
I told you no doubt
America and England started to shout.
Now all that’s left is to
Return home now that is the end
I need to say goodbye to my friend.
All safe now at my house
A few years later they started to pronounce
“Ok soldiers get ready
I thought you knew
All get ready for
World War 2.”
Poppies Grow – By Mia Hodges, 10
Eldwick Primary School
If you think really hardYou will remember me,
We saved our country,
Never apologies for your tears,
It was worth it.
Flanders field is the place to go,
The poppies grow between the crosses row by row,
But poppies grow.
It’s for better to face the bullets then face the bombs,
Now we sit in Flanders field until we rise.
Flanders field is the place to go,
The poppies grow between the crosses row by row,
But poppies grow.
Roses are red
So is blood of my friends and enemies,
For young and for old we remember war.
Love – By Isla Hodgson, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Is it love?Poppies sway back and forth.
As if they are waving to the dark, gloomy man.
As the soldier stands he hears explosions.
Knowing he will be joining his friend soon.
The smoky dark sky flows through the air.
How did it happen, who made it happen?
Love
The sombre smoky sky sways all around.
He stands over his beloved friend, thinking, wondering.
When will it all stop and will he make it to the end.
The enemy shoots the bullet and it missed him by an inch.
But he still falls with his head in his hands crying.
But shouting I am sorry!
Love
It is Love
By William Hodgson, 9
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Six years of pain we hardly ever gain.Guns shoot, boots tread,
Death is here, the devil is near.
The soldiers marched with pride, then they realised
They needed to hide. Ferdinand, resurrect your anarchies.
Men dropping like flies under the big black skies.
The tank in the distance goes bang.
Metal on metal goes clang.
Together we rise as the enemy dies.
Comrades together, remember them forever.
A Soldier’s Memory – By Mysie Holland, 10, and Hannah Mackay, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
The guns the fire the bombs that blow,Here we lie and do not show.
Poppies grow in no-man’s land,
Where bodies and shells were buried in sand.
The screams, the yells, the shots, the hurt,
Seeing my friends whose blood was spilt,
Many died but I remained,
I realised then this wasn’t a game.
Fighting and shooting all in fast pace,
Then a bomb came from out of space,
My squad has lost we had not won,
One fatal blow and I was gone.
By Liam Holloway, 7
Thornton Primary School
World in terrorOn the floor were dead people
Running from bombs!
Lie soldiers
Dead soldiers
Wet soldiers
AK 47 machine guns set off
Rifles set out for battle
On the battlefield
No food left to eat
Any more ammo for the cannons
By Ben Hollows, 10
Idle, Bradford
Dejected soldiers reading letters,Hearing loud ones in their minds
Wishing they were home and safe,
Dreaming a life that is kind,
Distressed relatives writing letters,
Mums and dads missing their sons,
Wondering when the war ends,
Hoping there will be no more guns.
By Alfie Holmes, 7
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Deafening guns going BOOM!The earth trembles.
The trench falls down.
The mud is sticky and squelching
around me.
I hope this ends,
The trench is where we camp.
I want to die tonight
I think I am going to die.
I don’t like this ANYMORE!
Soldier by Sally Holmes, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Soldiers just wanted the war to endOver the top of the trench the enemies just round the bend
Life in the war was a horrible time
Dead people on the floor full of grime
I look up to the ones that fought for our lives
Every soldier misses their wives
Remember the people that died in the war.
By Patrick Houston, 7
Robertown Junior & Infant School
It was a dark gloomy night, I knew the war was coming, any moment nowHere it’s coming now all the guns were firing bang! boom!!! Nearly all my crew was dead.
The war finally stopped we all got into our trench and we went to sleep.
Ow! Ow! Ow! I got up and screamed my feet really hurt
So I took a look at my foot it was in endless blisters and scabs.
At lunch time it rained so badly, we had to have lunch inside.
The next was commenced all the guns were shooting again
The captain got shot and died, everybody cried in the trench.
By Erin Charlotte Hughes, 10
Thornton Primary School
As I hear the war cry,Others hooves thunder with mine.
The weight! The weight!
Oh my! Oh my!
I shall ride with Topthorn at side.
We race together, jumped the wire,
I know he will never tire.
I’ve lost a friend.
My only friend.
It’s starting to rain,
I cry with despair
But nobody cares.
Topthorn’s under dismounts.
His cheeks are tear stained.
“He would be proud, I know, I know”
Then I realised I missed him so.
He was shot and fell in plight,
He never really wanted to fight.
Now he lies where he had to
DIE...
The Longest Times Of Your Lives – By Amber Husarz, 8
Thorpe Primary School
A long time ago you went to battle at dawn,Many lost their lives that day, together we will mourn
More than that though we will march and remember those brave men for they went to war and battled on
They fought for our freedom then,
Through the darkest nights and the longest days,
Through muddy grounds you go,
You marched on and looked behind you,
You saw the poppies grow,
We will wear one on this day to remember you courage so strong,
We want you to know that in our hearts your memory still lives on.
THE TRENCH – By Alisher Hussain, 10
Keelham Primary School
I don’t mind giving shelter to a manI am willing to help any way I can.
Loading from the bottom
Shooting from the top.
I see mud everywhere but
When I see blood my whole life changes.
The Great War!!!!!! – By Amina Hussain, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
The gun shot was fast as lighting.Humid, pungent and filthy conditions in the trenches.
Echoes coming from the deep dark and muddy tunnels.
Gritty wet floor with blood everywhere.
Rotten flesh of the dead.
Emergency nurses coming to help. NI NOH. NI NOH, NI NOH.
A lot of death.
Trenches blowing up. BOOM! BANG!
Whispering and hissing coming from the dim tunnels.
A lot of blood everywhere.
Rustling on the musty floor. CRUNCH!
War On The Fields – By Hammad Hussain, 9
Westbourne Primary School
Here lie the spirits that fought and the spirits that survived.Behold the soldiers who lived to their death and had their victory until the end.
Let them rest and give them peace.
The soldiers who fought for their lives to win Britain back.
In the battle bullets were sprayed out that took innocent lives away.
War ships were taken but there were no survivors anyway.
Aeroplanes were dropping bombs and leaving people dead.
And that is what happened.
To See You Still, I Smiled – By Haris Hussain, 9
St Barnabas Heaton Primary School
To see you still, I smiled!Now you are dead!
Lying down with blood coming out of your head!
To see you still, I smiled!
To see you still, I smiled!
You are on the floor
And you lost no more!
To see you still, I smiled!
To see you still, I smiled!
Now I hear sobs.
In your grave spiders are making webs!
To see you still I smiled!
By Nayarb Hussain, 9
St Mary’s & St Peter’s Catholic Primary School
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run - you don’t want to get shot with a gun!World War 1 is on and is not for fun.
Lots of countries were fighting away hoping for the victory that would end the misery.
Soldiers fighting day by day missing their families in every way.
Soldiers that died we respect them a lot, in each of their countries their bravery will never be forgot.
We remember you by wearing a red poppy which grows on the battlefield where you so bravely fought.
By Sadiya Hussain, 9
Fagley Primary School
In Flanders field where poppies grow they aren’t so high, they aren’t so low.Poppies are floppy not that straight, for everyone who wants to know their fate.
Every stone made cross, helps everyone’s loss.
All poppies that are on Flanders field don’t want to die and never have been peeled.
There are so many poppies it’s like we’ve made a 100 copies.
We respect people who went to war, they made us happy and always fought for our shore.
TRENCHES – By Megan Hutchinson, 10
Keelham Primary School
The soldiers stuck in trenches shooting the Germans.Soldiers were injured and some died.
People in bomb shelters could hear explosions and gun shots.
Lots of dead bodies neatly laid starting rot.
The army riding the cavalry.
All the British army were so brave.
And lots of them fell to their grave.
And some of the ones they tried to save.
By Mia Hutchinson, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
When the guns get loaded.Once the men get trained.
Racing to the front line.
Lying on no man’s land.
Dead people lying everywhere.
Waiting for the gun shots.
Around the corner they come.
Regrouping the troops.
100 years ago.
By Hana Ibnoubaki, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear Mum Oh mum I dream of here
I’ve had dripping tears
Oh the weather
I want to save a feather
Give me your soul
Give me your heart
I need you here
I want you here
I’m waiting for the poppies to grow.
Children All Alone! – By Iman Ibrahim, 9
St Mary's and St Peter's Catholic Primary School
The food we have, some children don’t haveThey’re all alone but we have company at home
They live outside we live inside
The bomb haunts them but doesn’t haunt us
Children die of the blazing hot fire
We are lucky to be alive this year, NOT back then in that TERRIFYING war
It’s sad when people die like mums and dads, so we’re lucky to have them our amazing parents rather to not have a parent at all
Down go the people against up and up go the people who supported us
Help those who need us the most!
By Safa Iman, 9
Westbourne Primary School
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children for her dead across the sea.Spirit of her spirit, fallen in the course of the tree.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young, straight of limb, true of eye and they fell with their faces to the floor.
They shall not grow old, ages should not worry them, at the going down to the sun and in the morning we will remember them.
As the stars are known to the night, as the stars that shall be bright when we are dust.
Moving in marches upon the heavenly place, as the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, to the end, to the end they remain.
Rifle – By James Ingham, 9
Keelham Primary School
As a rifle shoots the enemy it falls and the rifleShakes the ground wells the ground shakes the rifle shouts
The bullets that I eat I spit them out.
The gun shot fires and enemies run.
I raid enemies trenches I always
Leave a trail of blood.
Woeful World War – By Phoebe Ingham 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name is Christina Jane.I am 21 years of age.
Leicester is my home town.
I hated the trenches.
There were lice in my hair and face.
I couldn’t sleep at all.
It was cold, wet and damp.
It made you itch.
I spent most of my time,
Taking orders and being
Sent out onto the field to fight.
It was absolutely horrific watching
Dead bodies, lying there motionless.
It was grim.
All we had to eat was bully beef in tins.
It was hard to get water, if we did it
would be murky and unhealthy.
I longed to see my loved ones again.
I knew I couldn’t
Everyone smelly and was itchy.
I HATE THE WAR. NEVER LIKED IT
NEVER WILL.
War Sadness – By Brandon Ingram, 9
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
You don’t know when it’s going to start,You can hear bullets rocketing out of their guns,
Cannons bursting like a deafening drum,
The aeroplanes whizzing past your face,
People ducking and standing up again to see their rival.
And just when you don’t see it,
You suddenly fall to the ground like a stone,
All is quiet,
Because nobody’s alive.
In The Field Of Sorrows – By Juwairiyyah Iqbal, 10
Westbourne Primary School
In the field of sorrows soldiers lay,that fought for our beloved country England.
In the field of sorrows our heroes remain in.
Peace, they never surrendered and never did to fight for young Belgium.
In the field of sorrows men died for their country until revolting Germany finally surrendered and tasted bitter defeat.
In the field of sorrows millions of heroic men go into an eternal sleep row after row.
As they lay here they will be remembered on Remembrance Day every year.
We salute you our heroes.
The Great War – By George Jagger, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
No-man’s land where soldiers lay,The poppies grow night and day.
All the poppies are tiny and red
They remind us of the brave and dead.
All the soldiers bombed or shot
All are dead but not forgot.
What’s Gonna Happen – By Helena Francis Januszewski, 10
Eldwick Primary School
What’s gonna happen nextWhat’s happened before,
My hearts filled with blood and gore.
People are in need,
Whilst their bodies bleed.
I don’t want to go over the top,
I guess I can’t stop.
When you go over the line of horror there they lie,
Oh God why did they die?
My heart is broken
For everyone is gone.
Everyone is covered in blood,
And my feet are stuck in the mud.
What’s gonna happen next
Fear has blocked my neck.
What’s gonna happen next its all a mystery.
The Fallen Soldiers – By Henry Jardine, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Thinking carefully with scary thoughts cloud the memoriesSending a gulp and a shiver down the spine
A bloody environment died making a hell on earth.
As the clouds are explosions splitting the peace of the world.
A sombre ending to lives.
A real tale to retreat.
The ones to remember the ones we lost.
Believe in those brave soldiers.
Like a lightning bolt the last tear trickles to a death
World War 1 – By Ben Jarman, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Remember those who fought in the First World WarAnd all those people’s hearts they tore
When the guns shot
People started to get the bloody spot
The guns made horrific bangs
When Christmas came they sang songs
When it rained in the trench
They got so drenched
When WW1 finished in Belgium and France
It made the British soldiers want to dance
We will never know about some
Even though the war is done.
WW1 – By McKenzie Jeffrey, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
Please help me; I can’t do this,I can’t even put the gun near my fist.
Every explosion, it’s a riot, it’s a fight,
I fear that I can’t sleep at night.
The death of the war (I am starting to think)
will be no more.
It is happening too fast.
I hope it will not last.
I can’t do this anymore;
Death is knocking at my door.
I have a family to please –
I must make no sound; I mustn’t sneeze.
I appear tall, but inside I feel small;
It seems there is no way out at all.
Remember – By Megan Johnson, 7
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Soldiers in trenches deep,In the mire up to their knees,
Cold and saturated from the rain,
Dejected, lonely they all are.
Loved ones waiting by the door,
For letters from loved ones who are at war,
Hoping praying the letters arrive,
Hoping their sons are alive.
Terrible Trenches – By Joshua Jones, 10
Eldwick Prinary School
Terrible trenches, can’t sleep at night, knowing someone is going to die.Terrible trenches, bullets whizzing through the air and the green sea of grass everywhere.
Terrible trenches, some of my friends marching to their death trying to build another trench.
Terrible trenches, the awful smell of decaying bodies everywhere.
Terrible trenches, awful place hopefully not going to go again but
Bang, bang, bang I hit the ground my vision goes blurry then it goes black.
Terrible trenches, this is what is does. A wheelchair for life.
World War 1 – By Daniel Jubb, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
We love our world,Over the trench people are fighting.
Racing to kill the other side.
Leaping like kangaroos jumping all over the place.
Darting for cover and some people dying.
World war was dangerous everyone know that.
Away planning so we can win.
Rats are biting people in the trenches.
One day they had a football match at Christmas time.
Nothing on the ground apart from mud,
Everyone fighting like giant dinosaurs.
My Letter – By Macy Kaye, 9
Birkenshaw Primary School
Dear Mother,Thank you for the letter.
It kept my spirits high.
The time I spent in the trenches
I thought I was going to die.
The mud is getting in my eyes.
The beaches of France piled up
With bodies.
One of them should be me
But no, just my friends.
What’s my reward for this
and it’s not fair!
So if I don’t come
Back remember me
Sincerely Andrew Mikes
By Thomas Keating, 8
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
Dear mumCovered in the brown horrible mud,
The floor is a flood.
In the massive war
The planes are soaring
The huge loud
Frightening roarrr!
On the huge brown
No sleep at all
The dead start to fall
Hope to come home
The village and me alone.
The seeds of the red flowers
The great hard German power
Can’t Sleep! – By Casey Keighley, 11
Hanson Academy
Stood in line, side by side, gun over shoulder,mask over mouth,
Are you ready for the attack? Because you
might not come back, they would say,
Look up above, where my friends would lie,
oh so dear I wish and pray to be kept
safe during the nights,
My letters home will explain, how life really
is in the trenches,
This war is a joke, as all of them are, as
I get killed, for being ill,
The noises of the war haunts my nights, my
pride has disappeared, as I live to fight,
Every moment of my life, I wonder and wonder,
who the real enemy is,
The poppies that grow in the fields, resembles the
true heroes, which loved, cried and fought in the
wicked war that we remember today. We will never
forget!
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Finlay Kelleher, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
My ribs are broken,My angels are weeping with sadness.
My heart is wounded and
My blood is dripping out of me.
My skin and bones are broken,
My eyes are flooded with tears,
My life is floating away.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Amber Kenyon, 10
Bradford Grammar School
My stones lie on the floor like tired soldiers.My cracked paint is on the wall like burned, scarred skin.
My only angel is sad and lonely from having no head.
My ribs are damaged and broken,
And on my floor lies the angel’s poor head,
Also my broken stones like broken limbs,
Crumble at my feet.
The air inside me is filled with bitter dust,
My walls feel empty of memories.
The Day I Started War – By Areesha Khalid, 8
Thornton Primary School
I heard the soundOf the terrible gas bombs
They hit my heart as hard
As a rock, I was touched
The deafening gun shooting
Above my head, I taste the
Rotten food, nowadays in my
Mouth I feel I am the brave
Hero for my true family
Huge crowds waiting for
Me to come back joyful
Tears, families, sobbing,
Tears fall for relations
Lost in battle
My heart dropped with
Disappointment I think
Why this? I feel ashamed
MY memories came back
To me my worst nightmare.
A Day In WW1 – By Hamad Khalid 9
Heaton St Barnabas Primary School
A cold dark day as the war began,Like flocks of birds armies aligned to come,
Vicious bomber planes soared high above,
As predator to prey. Eagle to dove,
They fired bullets, pitter patter, it was spitting rain,
Children screaming, puzzled in panic and pain,
But their cries soon drowned in a gloomy sea,
As I lay in bed hoping next us not me.
Eleven Eleven Eleven – By Zaira Khaliq, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
11th of November,Don’t forget to remember.
All those who went to heaven,
On Eleven Eleven.
Make sure you were your red poppy.
Tell all your friends to copy.
Soldier Soldier Soldier
You had to put up with the stench,
And fight in the trench.
You had to fight,
In 5.3 height.
Fighting in the trench,
Watching out for the French.
Things That Happen In The War! – By Amani Khan, 10
Thornton Primary School
Poppies that grow, bombs that blow.
Trenches we hide in with mud in our boots.
Graves on the field next to the aerodrome.
Bodies we stand on groaning away.
Sandbags they cover enemy we suffer.
Soldiers that die just from putting a gas mask on in no man’s land.
Armies we fight we will never die.
Men wounded get taken away to a hospital far away.
Hold My Hand Soldier – By Hafshah Khan, 9
Westbourne Primary School
Step by step, hand by hand, losing lives to protect our land.I see bombs and rockets in the sky like drops of rain in the sun’s light.
Soldiers walking down the street waiting for Germans to give their unfriendly greet.
Young people training in institutes to learn how to do the defending salute.
Tanks bombing while ships sink.
Germans killing everyone close to my heart, destroying my future in the blink of an eye.
Soldiers waiting in the trenches.
Breathing in the air of smoke and gun power stenches.
Destroying our crops.
Nothing much left in shops.
When I get older I’ll remember farewell soldier.
Some children scared of what the Germans will do.
Did you know how much pain they put you through?
They filled the skies with grey.
They really need to pay.
In the trenches diseases spread, making every soldier go in pain.
Filling the families with sorrow and wail.
Send all the Germans to jail.
When there were no cars a century ago was war.
Some flustered in the air but the Germans don’t seem to care.
Sailors using signalling lights families hiding in cellars with fright.
Others and Adolf Hitler fight and parade whilst children and adults seem to get afraid.
People evacuate packing their belongings in crates.
Soldiers ducking, diving and others near the chaos horse riding.
Step by step, hand by hand, we risk our lives to protect our land.
We are strong and we declared not to be scared.
Soldiers stand up be proud, push away all of the dark clouds.
Speak loud and speak proud.
I say thank you.
You lie now as skulls and bones, gunpowder is gone and we live in happy horses with pebbled paths with stones.
Army soldiers we miss.
Thank you soldiers with solitude, you have the perfect attitude.
Step by step, hand by hand, losing lives to protect our land.
Farewell soldier.
If I could stop this chaos and fight for the human rights and the century of life.
See me march down the street copying the soldier’s greet.
By Kamran Khan, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
The tank boomed loud like an earthquake.Humid conditions in the horrible trenches.
Explosives bombs in the lanes.
Gloomy sad fathers in the trench.
Rotten dead bodies..
Echo goes the sound of frightened men.
Army tanks shot.
The sergeant barked like a dog!
By Mawhiba Khan, 9
St Mary’s and St Peter’s Catholic Primary School
As they walked all of themwere ready to battle big
the soldiers were brave like
a terrifying tiger
as big as a
large tree, the families
were depressed they
could not rest
just then the
poppies started
to grow from red
to pink more and more
grew but the
families cut down from 5 to 4.
Paying Respects – By Safiya Anisa Khan, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School For all the people that died in war so respect respect respect is the word.It was very sad with smoking bombs,
People dying but wear your poppy and show that you respect all the soldiers that have died to fight for this country we’ve got,
The soldiers went through a very hard time with loud sirens, people dying, blood the sound of a gun shooting for us to have this lovely country.
Just think for a moment what them soldiers had to go through the horrible trenches the gas bombs so horrible.
So respect.
Shoot, Faint, Die – By Sana Khan, 10
Bradford Grammar School
In the trenchesLoading our guns
Don’t be nervous
It could be fun
Some of the soldiers
Run to no man’s land
Dropping their weapons
Shot in the hand
The war is so long
I think I’m 115
1914 to 1918
In this field
Of poppies I lie
I shoot, I faint
And then I die
World War 1 – By Sufyan Khan, 10
Bradford Grammar School
War is mean, people were scared.But some were brave and fought boldly, many died but some survived.
The noise was deafening also I could hear the noise of guns being fired,
The noise was as loud as a radio with the volume on high,
War is mean.
I could see people surrendering to other people,
They were horrified of the war,
They wanted the war to stop.
People thought the war would be over by Christmas but it went on and on,
War is mean.
The enemy were fearful of our strength it was shocking,
People risked their life for their country, they were brave.
The fields were full with the smell of dead
War is mean.
Poppies In Peace – By Daniel Kilburn, 10
Eldwick Primary School
What was a battle ground is now a fieldPoppies in peace,
Barbed wire tangled between two trenches,
Poppies in peace,
Dog tags hit the ground,
Poppies in peace,
Friends fell to the floor in pain,
Poppies in peace,
Dirty green tanks churned through the fences,
Poppies in peace,
Machine guns fired,
Poppies in peace,
Innocent people get killed,
Poppies in peace.
The Reality Of War – By Alexander Nicolas King, 10
Thornton Primary School
Over there we go, row on row on row.Our bayonets fixed ready to attack.
Men get mowed down like grass.
A layer of men cover the floor like a carpet.
The lucky ones retreat back to the front line.
The German machine guns kill so many of us- usually the end.
The seriously injured are left to die.
The ones able to fight again are treated the lucky ones.
Diseases spread as fast as bullets killing men in both trenches.
Many lads die of inexperience.
The sorrow spreads across the world as men drop like flies.
The shells just miss.
You take a deep breath for you never know the next could be your last.
Why War? – By Amelia King, 8
Thornton Primary School
I will be a hero, I can do itShould I go and risk my life
What food do I take?
Will I make it?
I am so excited now
I can’t believe I’m here today
I will be a hero from this day
I will make my family proud
Why did I come here?
Look at those men over there, they are dead
What if that is me?
Can I come home please?
IT’s horrible in these trenches
There are rats nibbling on my ear
I can’t get an inch of sleep
The food is as hard as rock
Now I know why war was.
England would not be like this
I would not have been here
So now I sit here, I am so grateful
WW1 – By Tyler King, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
The trenches are dirty, the tunnels are too.The enemies coming with bayonets for you.
Destruction is on its way, every day.
The shell holes are getting bigger now, day by day,
If I should blow their heads off should I shout,
“Hip hooray?” and be on my way, to the next day,
Where I shout hooray.
It’s over now let’s take a bow and shout
It’s out it’s out for now! Let’s take our guns
And go back to our mums.
The Great War – By Casey Kitching, 10
Thornton Primary School
The war had started all alone without my family I couldn’t take it anymore. My head was pounding, my stomach was growling, and I was so bored.I had to go into the trenches the second worst thing about the war. I wish I could see my family again just once. Smoke, people, guns, all I can see. I was so petrified.
Christmas the only good part, presents being shared, we dropped our guns and I was so happy. I had a great time playing football, it was so fun.
Finally home at last see my family, I can’t wait until I see them. Not alone anymore, no gas, no guns, no nothing.
Horrible War – By Naina Krishna, 10
Clockhouse Bradford Grammar School
Soldiers, solid and skinnyMarching with their stiff, strong, sodden boots
Ice cold weather
With no extra layers
Pigeons with one leg hanging off also shot, blinded
People send the letter with pigeons
Letters that don’t get retuned
Some letters don’t even make it
Depression, darkness, death
Boredom in the holes sometimes makes them so insane
Gas mask are needed because of the horrific smell
Don’t know what is out of the hole
Blood stains on the stretcher
Blood red poppies growing by them to give company
Hoping to be free
Hoping to go home
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Sukruth Kundur, 10
Bradford Grammar School
No one cares about religions,When it comes to battling nations.
The broken arches on my ceiling,
Are like damaged ribs healing.
The stones of my angel’s heads,
Are cut off, now they’re dead.
They have to make me cry,
I don’t understand why.
The futures of all the soldiers bend,
I wonder when it will end.
The Poppy Field – By Amelia Kurian, 10
Blakehill Primary School Until today where the war ends up.People dying, running screaming “Gas attack!”
People screaming pouring blood onto the blood red poppies,
It makes the poppy field not a safe place,
People fear the poppy field,
Because a poppy is,
Blood red,
Black middle,
For remembrance,
For all the soldiers that died.
For all those soldiers that died,
All remember with a poppy.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Rohan Lalli, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
I stand up high in the sky,My guts have cracked,
I am barely alive.
I can hear the cry of a soldier in one room,
Followed by a loud boom.
I cry myself to sleep.
I cry myself to wake,
My life is one big story,
It is all a puzzle to me,
Will I live long enough to see the world in peace?
Deaths – By Adam C Lambert, 10
Keelham Primary School
The soldiers die all around meI mutter a curse to confound thee
All Alone only me left
I know! I’ll climb through this cleft
Maybe I can escape this war,
But I’m not really sure . . .
War Hero Dad – By Kai Lambert, 10,
St Luke’s C E Primary School
I sit and cryInto the night
My daddy has gone
To war to fight
The first world war
Four years too long
But I’m ten years old
And I’ve got to be strong.
My mummy and gran
Work hard through the day
Munitions to make
All work and no play.
The men will return
And all will be well
No more fighting
No more hell.
A bomb explodes
I let out a scream
The scariest thing
That I’ve ever seen.
A message arrives
I try to stay calm
But daddy’s at war
And maybe at harm.
The news is not good
My daddy’s been shot
Mum and gran’s tears
Hurt me a lot.
I’m ten years old
It just seems wrong
I hold back my tears
I’ve got to be strong…
Thousands were killed
In those tragic years
Some never found
But all brought tears.
My poor mum
All that she had
Was dog tags and papers
From my War Hero Dad.
By Amelia Lavin, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
When I thought I mightWant to fight.
But if I saw
I might be going the war.
Because I was alone
I wasn’t home.
WW1 – By Kamran Latif, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
The Brits are my friends, the Germans are not.I hope to survive; my life means a lot.
The trenches lay quiet, outside it’s a riot.
If it carriers on, I can’t take it at all.
I dream I should jump from a cliff and fall.
If I could, I’d end my life –
I just don’t have the guts with a knife.
This war is a joke… I breathe gas and choke.
It’s hard to remember the last time we’ve spoken.
All I know is my heart is broken.
By Jack Lawson, 7
Keelham Primary School
Memorials are big but can be small,Enemies crawl under the wall to rob,
Maybe some war people might be odd but an
Ordinary person who plods the trench
Rain is horrible in the trench getting drenched
Including me. I wonder what they eat for tea
Attacking in the day. But they didn’t continue in May
Leaving me and my friends in the war.
WW1 Poem – By Katie Leach, 9
Robertown Junior & Infant School
The clouds wave goodbye as the soldiers go off the war.Many soldiers lost their lives in terror.
The poppies blew as the trees start to sway.
Poppies grow when they see the light of a new day.
The poppies are red like a ruby, and the black dot in the middle are like black buttons.
We still remember the soldiers from World War One.
My War – By Jacob Leather, 8
Thornton Primary School
I feel annoyed as I look at my newhome where I am to stay,
I smell of blood and it feels like it’s consuming
me.
I feel furious as my comrades fall to the ground.
I hear bullets souring through the air whistling
past me.
I feel like there’s a hole in my heart.
I feel my heart pounding as I stare at my dead pals.
I feel terrified of this happening again and of the thought
of any war.
I still have images of those horrid years in the war in my
treacherous thoughts and my terrible dreams.
By Isabelle Leech, 7
Thornton Primary School
With people getting hurt, how poor is that!Others get shot by guns
Rubbish in the trenches to live in yuck!
Lighting the guns
Do you want to be living in the trenches?
War of the world is dangerous!
Army is ready to shoot the world
Ready to shoot
On the field of blood
No one attacks my team
Ever coming home?
Ode To A Cathedral – By Nathan Li, 10
Bradford Grammar School
My ribs are broken,My friends are hurt and defeated,
My skins is wrinkled,
I’ve got cuts all over my arms.
Tears drop from my eyes,
I cannot take it anymore.
My bones are out of place,
Dust went in my eyes,
Suddenly I went blind.
I don’t know why everything was black.
My ribs didn’t crack.
I tried to cry but I couldn’t.
I thought about my friends,
When am I going to die?
I am all destroyed,
My suffering is now over.
War Time – By Madeline Lightowler, 9
Foxhill Primary School
As you lay safe in your comfy bed.Take time to remember those who are dead,
Young brave boys went to fight in the war,
We could never imagine the sights they saw.
The trenches were damp, lonely and full of despair,
The sounds of shots, screams and shouts filled the air,
Frightened and petrified they charged across no man’s land,
Lives were lost fighting for their home land.
As the injured laid helpless in pools of blood,
They questioned how such violent could ever be good.
As the noises were deafening and the air full of fear,
They knew their death was drawing near.
Anxiously parents awaiting some news,
To see how many loved ones they may lose,
Take time to remember those brave selfless men,
Pray to the lord that peace will come again.
Unknown Soldier – By Eleanor Lilley, 9
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
The unknown soldier, what was his name?All we know is that he has great fame.
Like many others he risked his life,
And lived through much pain and strife.
His tin hat shone, like a gleam of a sword,
No man’s land loomed in front, unexplored,
His bayonet forward ready to fight,
With his family he hoped to reunite.
But then he fell,
He was hit by a shell,
And that was the end of him,
For he had lost a limb.
Buried at Westminster Abbey.
Really not that shabby.
World War One – by Thomas Linacre, 10
East Morton C E Primary School
War cries pierce the night skyObnoxious trenches, dark, damp, dank
Ruthless rat scavenging amongst the duckboards
Lousy soldiers moaning and groaning
Dreading the battle to come
Whistle, blows over they go
All ready to meet their fate with courage
Ready to sacrifice themselves for us
Oh no-man’s land the lifeless bodies lie
Nasty, never-ending terror
Each November we will remember
Remember Yesterday – By Siane Loat, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Men march to sleep as we walk across the fields, that they lay in.Poppies are growing in between the graves.
Remember the guns shooting,
They were shooting to save our country.
Gas shells dropped behind us through the dim misty pain.
Thick green light passed by as the soldiers drop to the floor in pain.
Between 20 hours more men die than you think of.
You could taste the disgusting taste of gun powder.
Men jump as the bomb shells crack open.
Gas blocks my way
There’s no way of getting out
Black Is A Colour Of War – By Alex Longden, 9
,Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Out of the black, into the gloom.With great pride, comes a great fall, a shot.
Fighting for Britain, it’s harder than you think
One hundred years ago,
It’s all about the win.
The Liberation
Days inside the trench, the sound,
The sight, the fall of the soldier.
For we believe, in ourselves,
What we win. How we do it
Days ago – By Grace Lumb, 10
Eldwick Primary School
25 days ago;We heard bombs dropping loudly.
20 days ago;
We felt the killer cold bite.
15 days ago
We saw people dying.
10 days ago;
We smelt gas in the trench.
5 days ago;
We tasted the gun powder.
Today we are
Sharing gifts
Tomorrow we will be;
Hearing bombs dropping
Feel the cold bite
See people dying
Smell the gas
Taste the gun powder
Again
This Is War – By Jack Luxton, 10
Eldwick Primary School
The whistle blown over the top boys,So scared but killed either way,
Crying for my family but I have no choice,
Over the trenches we go,
Bullets fly past my face,
All we could smell is smoke,
Wishing I could go home, running for my life,
Trees, mud, blood stopping me,
I can’t do it,
Get back in the trench mental fears all over,
Once again over the top praying for my life,
Looking down dead bodies all over,
I can’t but I have to,
This is war.
A Soldier’s Memory – By Hannah Mackay, 10 and Mysie Holland, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
The guns the fire the bombs that blow,Here we lie and do not show.
Poppies grow in no-man’s land,
Where bodies and shells were buried in sand.
The screams, the yells, the shots, the hurt,
Seeing my friends whose blood was spilt,
Many died but I remained,
I realised then this wasn’t a game.
Fighting and shooting all in fast pace,
Then a bomb came from out of space,
My squad has lost we had not won,
One fatal blow and I was gone.
The Great War – By Aaminah Mahmood, 9
Heaton St Barnabas Primary School
Terrible tanks attacking Tommy.Humid and horrible conditions hide.
Rough diseases spread as fast as cheetah.
Guns glued to the gruesome Germans hands.
Rotten rifle’s aimed at the Russians.
Expected explosions followed by unexpected attacks.
A grenade thrown as quick as lightning.
Wet blood as disgusting as the rats in the trenches.
By Saif Mahmood, 9
Lilycroft Primary School
The sky is blackThe moon is dark
The bombs are dropping
The soldiers are shooting
The guns are firing
The children are hiding
The mothers are paying
Let there be peace.
The Sad Times – By Sumayyah Mahmood, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
The war is a place of sadness,Where shells drop,
People die,
The only thing left is an orphan and dead bodies.
War is a place of sadness.
Where there is chaos,
The only thing that matters is death,
While families are afraid,
People cry.
War is a place of sadness.
Where soldiers hide in trenches,
Frightened of the dangers,
While soldiers fight to death,
People move away and rest,
At the end soldiers take their victory,
Celebrating the loss of the opposing side.
War is a place of sadness,
Respecting the dead poppies flower,
In the memory of their friends.
War is a place of sadness.
Remember Me – By Armaan Malik, 10
Clockhouse Bradford Grammar School
Remember meRemember the laughs that we shared
Remember the times that I helped
And times that I didn’t
Remember me
Remember the cries
Remember the last kiss
And the first
Remember me.
Remember me
Remember the wave goodbye
Sorry I couldn’t wave back
Remember the Christmas
And the necklace I gave
For that is the thing for you to remember me by.
Remembering The Heroes – By Charlie Martin, 10
Robertown Junior & Infant School
The staring soldiers lookingAt the fiery poppies surrounding
The gloomy grave
The burnt grass is crying
Even the slim black rifle on the
Soldiers back was respecting the dead hero
The proud silhouette as a shape of a
Man; was thinking deeply
The shadowed man is praying intently
Blood red poppies billowing in the smoky rough air
The old splintered wooden grave
The praying soldier was thinking
That he would be with him soon!
The Praise Of The Dead – By Harry Marsh, 10
Eldwick Primary School
If we should die please remember me.Tell our family we love them.
The gun fire burns the troops ears.
Gas gas is trickling down our eyes.
Showers of mud.
Dead bodies scattered in no man’s land.
Blood everywhere even in the trenches.
Thud, thuds, bombs set off everywhere
We live, we die.
I will die a hero.
Bang bang I hit the ground with a massive thud!
WW1 – By Aya Maruyama, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
As dark as a soul midnight strikes into a march they go off to fight the foe.The trenches are harsh bitterly cold there goes a shell bright and bold.
Up to the front there’s rifles pointing straight not sure whether it is their fate.
The whistle blows is it too late. The noise is loud they must be proud besides they all vowed they would fight for us.
Now they lay in Flanders fields of poppy red dead from the bullets and shells as they fled.
The Sorrow War – By Jessica Maxfield, 9
Robertown Junior & Infant School
As we slowly walked through the dirty fields.I felt like a mammoth bomb of gilt exploding over the fields.
I saw myself being the only one alive; I had to be strong.
I knew everyone at home was trusting me.
I feel like a ghost – I cannot stand.
I feel faint, I want to go home.
The sky is crying, poppies are walking as we go home.
No-Man’s Land – By Rebecca McCash, 10
Bradford Grammar School Patriotically they marched, singing alongA lonely song
All very smart
Not yet awoken to the chaos.
No place is clean
The wounded are hard not to be seen
Pain and distress
The place is a mess.
No letters of love
Or charms and gifts
Not even a picture of your own kids.
By Tiana McCue, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear mumI miss home. None of my pals came to war. Am I alone?
At night
You still have to fight
If you die you get buried
That really makes you worried.
Some people get a limp
Then they start to wimp.
Aeroplanes come to drop
Bombs then lots of people die.
Love your loving daughter Tiana
The Great War World – By Archie McDermott, 10,
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
An orchestra of noiseBurns the smoke into
Ashes of death
Blood shot poppies stand
Confidently among the dead
Grass.
As poppies burn in the light,
Soft swift poppies glow
Gleefully as they wave.
Drowning in sadness,
Thoughts of happiness
Come flooding back.
Thinking intently about
The war and why he
Had to join in.
Sadness kills the soldier
As he is going back to fight.
The Hard Life Of War – By Max McGarthy, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name, my friend is Sam Benches,I’m here in the freezing trenches,
Most of us are getting ill,
Especially my good friend Bill.
I’m soaked through, all my clothes too,
All my body is freezing except my nose “Phew,”
Deafening explosions again and again,
This is war not a game.
I’m starving, I’ve been like it for ages,
I am so hungry I could eat the book pages,
I am shocked seeing other people die,
I am getting scared I can’t lie.
I have numb limbs,
It feels like getting stabbed by pins,
A bullet whizzes past me and hits Bill,
All my friends down now just me to kill.
I’m scared of Germany,
I have to hide because there’s so many,
A bullet goes through my skin,
I’m dead they’re probably going to put me in the bin.
Poppies – By Poppy Mcgill, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Poppies are the sign of remembranceThey grew during the war
They witnessed every person dead
They witnessed it all.
Poppies stood there while soldiers fought
Poppies stood there while they got shot down
Poppies were a big part of the war
Poppies remind us of the dead.
World War One – By Millie Mcmahon, 10
and Isobel Heal, 10St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Diseases and infections grow,In horrible trenches down below,
Heroic and great men try to sleep,
While others, afraid, weep.
Remember to this terrible day,
Where the dead men lay.
British and German there’s no difference,
All doing their best – doing their job,
Trying to claim no-man’s land,
Metres away from where they stand.
World War One, the Great War,
What was the point? What was it for?
For country, for family, for all of us too,
So we will remember, both me and you.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Kate McNab, 10
Bradford Grammar School
I sit in the middle of the town,Angels used to glimmer around me, now they frown.
I sit lonely, all alone,
My bells are as broken as a bone.
I sit all broken and destroyed,
The sight now makes me paranoid.
I sit mourning, breaking down,
I wish there was no such thing as war now.
The Death Coin – By Eve McUrich, 10
Eldwick Primary School
We got sent a death coin yesterday,My mother fell to her knees in dismay,
Father had died in the war,
I didn’t want to think about the gore,
He died in the action,
But I think he died happy with satisfaction,
We used to pray for him every night,
Now I’m thinking it’s not right,
He signed up first and now he’s gone,
I think the choice he made was wrong.
Why did people make him fight?
He just wanted to make things right,
Will anyone ever forgive him,
For fighting innocent people in the dim?
He tried to protect the world from devastation,
And bring peace to our nation.
The Great War – By Tomas Medveckij, 10 and Max Robinson, 10
St Luke’s C of E Primary School
Soldiers daring and fearless,Warriors, unafraid and lion-hearted,
Batting to win for us,
The freedom we deserve.
Soldiers dying in no man’s land,
Everything lifeless, trees and man,
Horses suffering in agony,
How cruel to all is this war.
Poppies, a symbol of the war,
Of peace, we remember how soldiers fall,
Heroic and innocent so we might live,
Freedom and peace for all.
By Mohammad Hasnain Mehmood, 10
Heaton St Barnabas School
The tank boomed so loud like an earthquakeHatred spreading across the world.
Extremely terrible conditions.
Grotesque soldiers with their arms and legs blown off
Russian army as small as mice.
Echo! Bang! Scream goes the sound of soldiers and bombs.
Aah! Go the terrified soldiers on the battle field.
The bullet murdered the German viciously.
Wet humid conditions in the horrible trenches.
Angry German soldier barking.
Rotten soldier dying.
By Mia Metcalf, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
People died by guns so hid in trenches,Sat in rain on dirty benches.
Flood water rises higher and higher,
The boy’s with trench foot stuck in barbed wire.
Playing football on Christmas day,
Instead of fighting forever we pray.
Unknown soldiers rest in peace,
Marked by fields on poppies, like fleece.
100 years since over the top,
bomb’s overhead go bang and pop.
Fighting for George the king,
They will never see his crown of bling.
Grenade – By Sean Metcalfe, 10
Keelham Primary School
Waiting in a pocketWith my handle dangling free
Sat next to a locket
Containing the soldiers family
The time is finally here
When I’m flying like a bird
My death feels near
I thought I shed a tear
I sped to the ground
Witnessing death itself
I died listening to a dreadful sound
Of screams as soldiers bled
A Forgotten Soldier – By Poppy Middleton, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
A soldiers name was Edward Smith,A status of him is upon a plinth,
He went to war at 20 years old,
He fought for his country, brave and bold,
This man fought during World War One,
When he died his job was well done,
Enemy troops came storming in,
He fought so that his country would proudly win,
When Edward died his parents felt sad,
But they knew that he wouldn’t want them to feel bad,
When everyone else starting dying,
Edward could help it, but to keep on crying,
The war ended soon after,
But Edward’s family couldn’t regain laughter.
Wonder War – By Summer-Lee Middleton, 10
Thornton Primary School
Gas is a ball of fluffy cloud in the sky,And it’s so very high,
So watch out for gas.
Gun’s in the air, then bang everywhere,
Under cover don’t show yourself
Rifle and pistol bang goes the gunfire.
In the base, bullets in a case
Air raid bang, bang, bang goes the gun
Run and bang goes a gun!
By Perdy Midgley, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear mum it is Tommy I miss you.I wish I could come home.
I wish I could come home.
I’m limping on my left leg.
All you can hear booms, bangs, bangs from cans.
All you can eat is can food.
It smells as well of mould.
The Great War – By Nicholas Miller, 10
Clock House Bradford Grammar School
Marching through the mud filled fields,The dark and dingy trenches close to the soldiers,
The sound of gunshots mean war,
Jumping over the bodies blood and gore,
Coughing, choking from the smell of gas,
Letters home, no reply,
Gunshots and shells cracking like thunder,
Boys trembling with fear, shrieking, wailing,
End this war, end this war,
Rats scuttling, crawling around,
Fighting fearlessly,
Great war, no more violence,
Squelching mud, sludge and squalor,
Eerie silence, but more war,
People sending letters at home, for months,
No reply,
No one knows if they are dead or alive,
Thousands of graves,
An essence of England is still there,
Saving generations to come you are the greatest.
War Time – By Stephanie Miller, 9
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
When the time comes, be readyOne day it could be you
Respect the soldiers from World War One
Leaving home is a big step
Death will be your worst fear
War is a horrible place to be
A fellow soldier falls to his death
Rifles will fire straight at you
100 years ago they fought for us
Royal Air force – Gaurav Mindha, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
It was all a dogfightCountries against countries
Tears of sadness in peoples’ eyes
Men jumping from planes into no man’s land
Blood dripping from bodies
The sight from the sky saw everything
Poppies being laid next to the graves
Some pilots were an old sweat and were too old to fight
The telegram to a family to say
“Your son was a duckboard trail”
They knew this would never come home
He was dead
Remembrance – By Sohaib Mirza, 10
Parkinson Lane Community Primary School
From remembranceTo reflection
To reconciliation
I turn off the lights
Light a candle
To soldiers not known to me
To soldiers whose names I do not know
I salute
The World War 1 Poem – By Harun Mohammad, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
The war was like a manifestation of death,The trenches were dark and dirty,
The war started in 1914 and ended in 1918,
The poppies grow among the graves,
We wear poppies to help remember the soldiers.
The soldiers lives are in trouble,
The solders are suffering from pain,
Even though the solders are young,
They still fight for their country,
They fight to death.
They had weapons for all soldiers,
They used the anger of guns,
They thought it was the war to end all wars,
But the soldiers fight for their lives,
We have to remember them,
And we will remember the fighting soldiers.
The Survived Soldier – By Abigail Morely, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name, my friend is Roger LancasterWhilst I’m with the guns
The lads are saying their puns
The poppy fields are full of sadness
But also full of joyfulness
There lays the remain
Amongst all the planes.
The sergeant told them to quieten down
Or else they will get shot down
I said you better listen unless
You want to get shot and injured
I was one of the only ones
To have survived but there I am
Laying there cold blooded down
And scared…
The Liar – By Lucas Moriarty, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Lord Kitchener said,“Die for your country it’s a good thing”.
What a liar,
Every day I saw men dying,
They were either shot or blown up.
We ran through the wire and shell holes,
Machine guns rattling,
We ran on,
The Yorkshire horse shining.
By Holly Mortimer, 9
Roberttown Junior and Infant School
Terror is filled in the air with all the sorrowness on the ground.The soldiers cried as the others died and fell to the ground.
The soldiers were as sad as the sun when it rains and it falls and falls.
The soldiers are sprinting as if they were running on fire.
The soldiers are ghosts waiting and fighting and killing the poppies.
The mud cried as the soldiers stood on it and killed everything all over again.
The gun choked as the bullet fired through.
Joyfully the soldiers strolled back to their families as they stayed alive.
One year ago, the soldiers died of guns hitting them a thousand times.
In Flanders field, they were shot to death and never saw their families again.
As the determined men marched by, the poppies wept gloomily.
World War One Centenary – By Katie Munro, 10
Harden Primary School
War broke out in 1914!One, two, three and thousands more saying goodbye
“Ready to go onto the ship no U-boats around?”
Lalala we don’t know the words to this morale boasting song
“Dover’s cliffs reminded us of our family”
Wet feet are not good because you’ll get trench foot
“Anyone got a spare gas mask?”
“Ready to go onto no man’s land?”
One man in running to his house
No more world wars hooray!
Everyone has peace inside of them.
Peace 100 years on!!
Over The Top – By Georgia Murphy, 10
Eldwick Primary School
We scrambled up the trenchesIn the pure but driven snow
We were terrified of our fate to come
Our misery soon to grow.
I look around and all I see
Are nightmare scenes of dread
My friends were once alive and well
But are now shot down dead.
The snow laid on the ground
Once white but now ran red
With blood from these young bodies
To their death, they had been lead.
By Caitlin Murray, 7
Thornton Primary School
Walking in the muddy trenches.On the battle field.
Roaring at the other soldiers.
Life is not great.
Deadly bombs are exploding.
War is a sad time.
Armies have to fight each other.
Running from the slippery battlefield.
On the muddy battlefields.
None of the soldiers are scared.
Everyone will be happy because they are safe.
By Natasha Murray, 9
Thornton Primary School
Worry shot through my body.Over the line friends are made.
Remaining alive I scream in pain,
Lost and gone but never forgotten.
Dawn rises like the blood that’s fallen,
Weeks of pain.
All of us await our future,
Rules were set as commands.
Oh what a world I lived in,
Not dead but hardly alive.
Each day a different battle.
WW1 – By Lucy Mutabheni, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
Hoping I don’t die today.Hearing bombs exploding.
Having a horrible time.
How will I ever survive?
Holding my gun with shaking hands.
Here I stand with my friend, helping each other survive.
By James Nelson, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Sticky, floppy, muddy, blood.Gunshots banging, people falling over
Men all around, terrifying groans, praying for us.
Feeling lonely for my wife, rats everywhere feeding on flesh,
Cold metal walls rough as a rock.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Lorna Nelson, 10
Bradford Grammar School
My broken ribs in the cathedral,While my blood is trickling down.
My two eyeballs rolling around,
Where wrinkles are now.
The sunset is creeping through my head,
While my ripped ears are now torn.
But my angel’s head is staring sadly right through me.
My skin is falling to pieces,
My tears are trickling down,
My limbs are broken too,
While my eyes are rolling upwards,
And my head is falling off,
My gums are ripped to pieces,
But I am dead.
War Poem – By Louise Nelson, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
War is not kind, war is a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.We need you, the only winner in the war of 1812 was Tchaikovsky,
Wars teach us not to love our enemies, but to hate our allies.
War may sometimes be a necessary evil, but no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good.
We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.
People in general are scared to death of the war and all the exhibition have been a failure, because the rich don’t want to buy anything.
We changed people’s lives forever,
By their injures other people have done.
People have been killed
Their beloved ones
Their family
WW1 didn’t have as much gadgets,
It was harder than WW2.
They only had guns and shells.
By Lucy Nelson, 9
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
War is a time when there is no peaceWar is a time for enemies to release
War is a time where there is anger and sadness
War is a time where there is unsettling madness
War is a time when there is rifles and guns
War is a time where there is lots of weeping mums
War is a time for the countries to charge
War is a time where the tanks are large
War is a time when people are alone
War is a time when the soldiers miss home
Now we commemorate all the soldiers who faught and all those people who sailed on the Drednaught.
Why Won’t It Stop? – By Bradley Newsome, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Why won’t it stop?The war, why won’t it stop?
The war, why won’t it stop?
The blood red poppies
Flower in the battle
Flower in the charred red
Ground
If petals were as red blood
They were covered in blood
He thought while
Guns fired in the background
He prayed he prayed
For the troops that have
Fallen
He stood still just
Stood still
He just stood still
Why won’t it stop?
He remembered the first time he
Walked there it was
Full of life
Now it was
Full of death
Blood dripping for the dead ones.
Why won’t it stop?
Bombs dropped in
The background
Guns fired in
The background
Fire lit in the background
Why won’t it stop?
The ashes cloud the dull grey sky
The fire of sadness has come to rest
Why won’t it stop?
It’s stopped now it’s stopped
Now it’s stopped
The poppies have made peace
By Sophie Newton, 7
Thornton Primary School
Win the battle try your best to surviveOn the bloody battlefield is where soldiers fight
Releasing enormous airships
Leading yourself through the horrible trenches
Deadly fighter ships are taking off, zoooooooom!!
War is starting get your guns ready for boom attack
Allies are miserably fighting Kaboom! Boom! Crash!
Running back to the trenches, will this restart peace?
On the ocean the ships are sinking drrrrrrr!
Navy soldiers are getting killed by super submarines
Enemies are coming now.
By Aaminah Nizami, 7
Thornton Primary School
War is hard and difficultOn the dusty, muddy battlefield
Really would you like to be them?
Loads of them die do you want to be them?
Dead soldiers lying on the floor
War is hard work
All men crying and shouting
Running to other soldiers
On the dirty, blood floor
No one can survive
Enemies fighting
I Saw The Poppies Grow – By Freya Nolan, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Want to go home,Surrounded by noises in the night
In the trenches feeling alone
Going to fight
In darkness we camp
This is a war
Up the ramp
I saw the poppies grow.
Freya Nothers, 10
Worthinghead Primary School
Me and my friend Joe were laughing nervously to a joke.The war was only one hour away.
Me and Joe had been friends for five years and a half, and we were both married.
Time goes by quick…
Me and Joe shook hands and said see you later.
The other soldiers opened the doors then…
Bam, big bangs all around, screams and cries all around.
Me and Joe tried to shelter but it was too late.
Somebody had shot Joe twice in the leg.
I took him into the first aid tent, the war man in the first aid tend said ‘no he’s not survived’
I went out of the tent and fell to the ground and shouted ‘why’
A grenade fell on me and that is the way I died.
So no I am useless.
But poppies now grow on me every year now I can see my mum and dad in heaven.
Gassed – By Sophia Nwachukwu, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Didn’t hear it coming it just came,Like a silent owl as it swoops through the night,
Gassed like drowning in the sea,
A painful death,
Gassed can’t breathe,
Gapping for air but there isn’t any
Gassed it will be you or me.
Battle – By Mudiwa Nyikadzino, 9
Keelham Primary School
The saviours of our beloved soldier, riding alongsideMe he fought alongside me he the good the
Vicious the troublesome we will return to
The village as it was
In 1911, they will never be forgotten
For what they did for us.
The Unknown Soldier – By Lily O’Brien, 8
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
My name is Bob Cod,In this war I sob.
I hate to live this way,
All night and day.
The trenches are bad,
We are sad.
With a big bang,
No bird sang.
Their feet rot,
Tritity trot.
They put a statue of men on a plinth
In the cemetery there are lots of wreaths.
Then it came to me,
All I could really see.
Was a land of terror,
That I thought would last forever.
All this tragedy,
Will never make me happy.
So I wrote a diary,
I could not do it silently.
As the outside world got destroyed with grenades,
Bombs and guns.
The only way to stay alive,
Is to run and hide.
The Feared Soldier – By Jacob O’Connor, 10
Bradford Grammar School
The pride of the soldier walking into battle,The bang of explosions everywhere,
The spraying pellets of the guns,
We heard footsteps getting closer to our trenches,
Shouting followed by gunshots and silence,
I was so worried what if I died,
Why did this happen why can’t I stop.
The soldiers weeping in pain and everywhere you stepped there was blood,
The smoke bellowed off the glazing fire,
The bombs were whistling past my ears,
Planes were soaring through the air,
Gun shots were coming from the air,
The crushing sound of tanks,
The sun was nowhere to be seen.
WW1 – By Callum O’Donnell, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
Fighting a battle for the king.Forgetting what it is like to be warm.
Family forever in my heart.
Friends standing beside me.
Fiendish Huns heading my way.
Falling down in the mud as they fire.
Frantically panicking as they charge.
Fear creeping through me as I fall.
By Rohan Ogier, 9
Thornton Primary School
War has been declaredOur line is ready
Roaring planes fighting over my head
Loving soldiers looking after one another
Damp cold blood leaking into my boots
War has no game
Avoiding bombs dropping by enemy lines
Rules were given by high commands
Oh what a world I live in
Not dead but hardly alive
Each day different sacrifice
A Letter From Home – By Anuli Okeahialam, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
Mobilizing troops are sent away,Hoping they might see the light of next day.
Gasses, guns what a terrible fight,
Young boys run away from this awful sight.
Cathedrals and monuments get burnt to the floor,
But every day I still wait for you to walk through our door.
All the love notes and letters can’t replace,
The feeling I get when we talk face to face.
I’m still at home with our daughter and son,
Who will be waiting for you when the war is done.
And although our hearts are filled with sorrow,
There will be a future for tomorrow.
Where The Poppies Grow – By Shallom Okechukwu, 9
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
When the war was doneWhen friendship had won
When the ground used to be covered in shell
When life used to seem like hell
On that very ground
Our life was turned round
The Germans surrendered and came our way
So they planted poppies to remember
All the men that lost their life
To a gun or a knife
So now you know
Where the poppies grow
Soldiers Of World War 1 – By Luke Oldcorn, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Once your head peeps over the trench,A shot from the enemy but where’s your head?
Help from your ally,
Into the battlefield,
Guns are ready,
Get ready to aim and shoot,
You have ran out of bullets,
Get ready to retrieve.
If the enemy spots you command crawl,
So it will be harder to get shot,
Snipers are useful,
Machine guns too,
Grenade and knives will kill you in a couple of hits,
Dead bodies scattered in fields of enemies and allies,
A lot of gas bombs are dropped out of planes,
Different soldiers have different weapons made from different countries,
Nearly every country is involved,
Only two teams to pick from,
Your family and friends would like you to get home alive.
My Son Has Gone To War – By Janie Opacic, 8
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
My name is Janie Evans,My life isn’t quite the same,
I have a son who’s gone to war,
Michael Evans is his name.
He said he was going to war,
I knew he was going to die,
But even though I was worried,
I had to say “Bye Bye…”
Since he set off I thought about trenches,
How wet and damp they would be,
I thought about lots of booming bombs,
And terrifying things he might see.
I’ve waited four long years
Thinking about my son,
I can’t have any more babies,
He is the only one.
In my daily gazette,
It said “ARMY SOLDIERS DIE”
I saw a picture of my son lying very still…
I began to cry.
Goodbye… Goodbye… Goodbye..
War Is In The World – By Joe Ostryzniuk, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
Firing bullets one by oneAgreeing to each other this isn’t fun
Blood running down innocent faces
Allies trying to get to the enemy’s bases
Seeing everyone around you die
Hearing all your friends cry
Looking up into the sky
Staring at planes flying by
As the bombs come out of the planes
Coming down as fast trains
Scared to death as the bombs come down
Then your face turns into a frown
Wishing that you were never here
Saying to yourself this is the end of my career
Gased – By Rachael Oxley 10
Eldwick Primary School
Quick quick menAs gas has past
For we cannot lose ten
For if we do we will not last
The war has brought doom
Among the men
Gloom
Over the men
The enemy aim
Brings pain
But no fame
But pain just the same
I miss the past
I have zero
For at last
I am a hero.
Scared and Lonely – By Sophie Ozbek, 10
Eldwick Primary School
The whistle blew,My heart started to beat,
I began to run,
There was ache on my feet.
I started to think,
Should I have signed?
I was shivering like mad,
I was out of my mind!
I don’t want to go anymore,
But I can’t weep out now,
BANG, BANG went the guns,
I need to escape, but how?
WAR – By Gabriel Palka, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
War is terrifying it is brutalOne soldier dies ever second
Reloading guns just to kill someone
Life is special no one should lose it
Death in the blink of an eye
War is dreadful it is unforgettable
A life is taken every second at war
Rifles shooting people down
100 years since the soldier fought in the war.
Gun Shot – By Lily Palmer, 10
Thornton Primary School
Watch out, watch out the guns are shooting, faster and faster they go,Every minute a soldier dies, a poppy grows.
Rats are rooting around trying to nip your feet so watch out, watch out
The muddy squelching will attract the rats so watch out, watch out
Gas, gas, watch out, watch out it’ll blind you so watch out, watch out
The gas is coming closer, closer so watch out watch out
It will damage your eyes, so watch out, watch out
It is coming closer and closer, so watch out, watch out
Enemies are coming closer and closer so watch out, watch out
Their guns are loaded so watch out, watch out
They will shoot and shoot till we all die so watch out, watch out
Rushing to end the war, every gun is shooting extremely far, so watch out, watch out
You might get shot so watch out, watch out
You might be next so watch out, watch out
Rooting around to shoot so watch out, watch out
The enemies are right behind you so watch out, watch out
They will shoot you so watch out, watch out
You shoot back and root again to shoot an enemy, so watch out, watch out.
Battle – By Aman Panesar, 10
Keelham Primary School
Many Brave soldiers got killed fromThis crazy attack tank and tanks
Shooting you one way To another. Tommies and tommies
They Tried to survive but they fell or
They died everybody was Lethargic wishing they weren’t there,
Eradication, Eradication, eradication everywhere
Until the war had finally ended nobody
Was even there.
World War One!!! – By Zainab Parveen, 9
Westbourne Primary School
It’s War...Everyone’s sore...
People are dead...
Covered in red
What could be said
Now they are dead...
They didn’t use their head
Look where it led
Bloodshed, pain and cries
It’s no lie its world war 1...
Warfare – By Shreyas Patchimalla, 10
Clockhouse Bradford Grammar School
War is the rage down a fiery dragon’s spineWar is the darkest dream the dream collector has ever collected
War is the darkest gunfire of doom
If we carry it on we may just be extinct.
War is the scarlet red blood of a very scary demon
War is the chill of an evil ice witch
War has been going on for years on end
The technology is getting deadlier so we need to be careful.
War changed people’s lives forever
So war should never be the answer
Because we’re destroying the world, the planet we live in.
The great WW1 deadly as hellfire in a bottle slept away forever.
As modern warfare gets deadlier.
By Aryan Patel, 9
Heaton St Barnabas Primary School
The red poppies grow in Flanders fields, upon the graves lay on Remembrance day.Planes fly overhead dropping bombs on German heads,
Buildings smashed and soldiers killed.
Death and disease as far as the eye can see.
Tommy’s in trenches and rifles in hands, firing bullet at Fritz’s, BANG!
Tanks rolling over the land, ships sailing, planes flying and soldiers on the ground.
When will it end, Nation vs. Nation and soldier vs. soldier,
The world is at war, I long for peace and an end to all that is!
T Is For Trenches – By Elana Pearce, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
A criss-cross trench a disgusting place to be,Cold food to eat and wet soggy feet.
Hard to sleep, stuck under sheets.
Sand bags everywhere incase of bombs,
There are a few close calls when my friends are lost.
Diseases grow down in the trenches,
Nothing can stop them not even the stenches.
By Ellis Pearson, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear mumHere in the trenches
In the dark and ear spiting
Planes, bombs and gun fire
In the horrible war
Fighting the Germans
My friends are graved
Hope I return
From your son Martin
By Jamie Pedley, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
Bullets of the guns rapidly hitting the groundShells of bombs screeching their sound
The solider stands up straight
Just terrified of the wait
The children back home are going to School
And in the end Britain will rule
It is now the one hundredth year anniversary
So we should be happy for our victory.
Poppies – By Sophie Perry, 10
Woodhouse Primary School
Little bee, little bee won’t you come and visit me?I’m a poppy brave and proud,
The sound of the gunfire was very loud.
I’m as red as a ruby with a tall black stem,
I watched Len and his friends return as some very sad men.
The gentle breeze passes my petals like dreams,
I wonder if the brave soldiers worked in teams?
Those mighty soldiers fought for me to be free,
They put their lives at risk in the mist.
Little bee, little bee won’t you come and visit me?
War – By Amy Phillips, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
World war is not a gameYou can only hold your head in shame
People everywhere dead on the floor
Screaming crying I can’t take it anymore
Shells flying from every direction
If only you couldn’t get an infection
Everyone cries everyday
Blood spilled on the floor and soldiers lay
Remember World War I – Matthew Pickett, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
I was in World War I.It was very painful, mean and depressing.
There was a wicked axes the Germans and the high quality allies the English and French.
They used many gas bombs but it made an immense impact of poisonous gas.
It was shocking!!
Soldier – By Alfie Pitman, 8
Thornton Primary School
I’m one of the millions that felt for lives.It’s horrible here, want to come not fight
We all miss our children, parents and wives.
It’s dark and cold but the end will bring light.
Firing my gun for you
Never a time of peace in the day
Just wanting to sleep.
Feeling blue inside fighting for you
On the floor at night weeping for you.
The war is nearly tied not over but I am still alive.
Nearly home fighting is coming to an end.
Strive to stay with you.
Did not work I am sorry.
Remember me when I die I will
be in your mind for ever now
I am gone.
WW1 – By Mia Pickard, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
In 1914 it started again.The arguments are not in my head:
It’s between me and you.
We must stop it all for no-one cares anymore.
If you won’t stop, I won’t either.
Let’s just get on – me and you.
None of this is our fault.
1918:11,11 – it’s the time we are all waiting for.
Waiting for them to come and start it again.
It was not in my head.
As we walk back we look at the town.
Is this real now? Will I wake up?
It’s over now. A small shadow stays next to my bed – it says, “What if it starts again?”
The War – By Calum Pickersgill, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name is Charlie BrownLeicester is my home town.
Everyone in my regiment is very bold.
I am 23 years old.
In the trenches I couldn’t sleep at all.
Every time I tried to walk I would always fall.
My feet were starting to rot.
I had to eat slop 3 days on the trot.
I tried to send letters to my friends.
But everyone said that it won’t send.
I think I’m starting to get nits in my hair.
But everyone says that they don’t care.
Rifle – By William Plant, 10
Ogden, Halifax
The hands that are wrapped tightly around me. Boom!The bullet that fires out my mouth makes me shudder back then forward
I take a look and see death itself
Bang!
Boom!
Shriek!
I feel the hands loosen then not at all
That is when I begin to fall
To the ground with a thud
Soaked in a puddle
I lay in the mud
Silently I die
I feel my heart stop as quick as anything
This is my final good bye . . .
The Sorrow Man – By Thomas Powell, 10
Robertown Junior & Infant School
The man stood quiet amongThe fiery red
Poppies.
Billowing poppies sorely
Respected the man.
The soldier’s souk
Was as dark
As a black door.
The grass was as dark
As a black hole.
The hill was as wide as a
Bungalow.
The thinking hill stud still
Peacefully.
The respecting hero
Stood sorely
Among the hill ahead.
He wished
It was him up there
Instead of his friend.
The man was
Filling up with
Sorrow.
The First World War – By Stanley Preston, 9
Thorpe Primary School
The war has ended,The fights are forgotten.
The Britain’s have won,
Parties are everywhere,
It’s time for a celebration!
I am overjoyed!
But we mustn’t forget,
The soldiers that risked their lives for us.
Their bravery, their courage, their strength and
How hard they tried in that war.
I am remembering.
We hope we never have a war again.
People died, some survived,
Some emotional, some were scared.
Indeed, it was a bad war,
But at last we have found peace!
The Trenches In The Great War – By Dylan Proud, 10
Thornton Primary School
Want to express all of the emotions I bottle up,We’re all expected to conceal our feelings,
I want to be listened to, I want to speak,
But if I speak they’ll call me weak.
A place to hide crouched down deep inside,
I want to look over the top,
But if I do I’ll get shot.
Waiting for orders from the high commands,
Maybe I should pull the trigger with my hands,
Wondering to leave these terrible lands,
What a big tragedy with this war,
With lots of people battered and sore.
I wish the war could end today,
Without any sort of delay,
Back to my home where I stay,
Definitely by this next day.
I am as cold as a piece of ice,
I hope I don’t get shot which would mean I’ve paid the price,
My friends are stars,
I feel like I’m locked behind bars.
Both sides have their weapons poised to attack,
It’s good people have their first aid pack,
I hope the dreadful war ends soon,
So I won’t blow up like a balloon.
World War 1 – By Burhan Ramzan, 7
Bradford Grammar School
Hit and Run One bomb was on its own,
The huge explosives went off and caused anarchy,
Craters appeared killing people with no mercy,
Only the people in the trenches survived.
The widow maker was gone,
The commander left the trench,
He engulfed his rations,
And sauntered to the enemy.
Bullets went everywhere, ricocheting off debris,
The Germans still were warheads,
So they ran out with bombs strapped to their chest.
Boom!
Now nothing was left even when the trenches toppled over...
By Subhaan Ramzan, 8
Thornton Primary School
Waiting to get ready for a big battleOh no there are bombs everywhere
Running through the muddy trenches
Life is very hard
Dangerous tanks
World War One was a terrifying time
Aiming to shoot at the other shoulders
Roaring at the other soldier
On the dirty trenches
None of the soldiers are terrified
Everybody is joyful because the World War has ended.
The Helmet – By Louie Ransom 10
Keelham Primary School
The helmet isAs mighty as a mountain
Not even the strongest knights
And the most powerful wizards
Could destroy it
The rust peeling off like skin of a
Rotting human
Protecting the Tommie’s head
From flying shrapnel
It came it went
As fast as lightning
Oh yes it’s back
To protect my head
It may be rusty and crumbly
But apart from that
It is sunshine.
Christmas Eve Gone – By Charlotte Ratcliffe 10
Blakehill Primary School
Calm voices, all gone.Songs, all gone.
People weeping,
For loved ones, laying.
Still as the Devil’s wicked smile.
A graveyard,
Once a field… gone.
The moon casting eternal sleep,
The people forever sleep,
In the field, where the Poppies grow.
WAR! – By Jessica Ratcliffe, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School Both fighting for a reasonThey serve their country well
But why? They die
It could have ended soon
The stupid leaders
Just because they were in charge
They carried it on, but why?
The guns and bombs they have stopped now
On Christmas Eve that night
Most men were killed
Eventually it stopped.
They will never be forgotten….
P Is For Poppies – By Basmah Razi, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Poppies drifting in the breeze,Over graves and crosses,
Gently falling, as soft as feathers,
A carpet of red for our heroes.
Spitefulness came to all,
When conflict began,
Killing, shelling and shooting,
Created this day of peace.
Remember, remember the 11th of November,
All of a sudden it stopped!
Jolliness came on faces aglow,
For this good news people heard.
World War One – By Ben Rees, 10
Eldwick Primary School
The trench feels like a lair,I hear sounds that shouldn’t be there,
I told someone but they don’t care.
The more I go down the better I feel,
I start to feel less scared of the foe,
I better not get too careless though.
The Germens came,
The fight was tame,
For the Germens had
Lost the game.
Never Forget – By Aaron Rennard, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
World War One, Remembrance day,Let’s all remember the brilliant and brave,
Down in the trenches: muddy and brown,
All they were trying to do is protect the towns,
The soldiers scarified their lives for us to be free,
I wonder if any of them were left near a tree?
Statues and poppies help us remember,
The great World War One is all its splendour.
In The Land Of Sorrow – By Libby Revill, 10
Thornton Primary School
In the land of sorrow, we go over the topSoldiers dying every second, gun shots,
People going home, with shell shock
In the land of sorrow, we go over the top
In the land of sorrow, they run out to die.
Run so fast, war cries
Darting quickly, like they have no time
In the land of sorrow, there they lie.
WW1 – By Ellie Rhodes, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
This is war:I stand calmly in the trenches while rifles aim at me.
I cannot see the bomb coming to get me.
I cannot see the enemy.
Then, that was the last of me – it happened so quickly.
That I never knew it was happening to me.
My head was bleeding, while the soldiers were grieving.
Leaving me flowers they weep for hours.
Battlefield – By Hari Rhodes, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Broken legs and broken armsAt the war no one is safe
Trenches are muddy
Trenches aren’t safe I wish I was back at the fair
Little to eat with no proper toilet
Enter the battlefield
Forget about the mud
I’m not ready to die
Everyday soldiers go
Less people to fight
Determined to go on, we must.
The Dreadful War – By Harvey Rhodes, 10
Eldwick Primary School
“Come on men” the general said,Soldiers went and many bled,
We all went over the top,
People were dying nonstop.
Explosions crashing down,
Who will win the marvellous crown?
Many men are now bleeding,
I am wondering who’s succeeding.
Gun shots bullets fly,
A tear rolls from my eye,
Soldiers are only 19,
There’s more death than I’ve ever seen.
Dead bodies lie everywhere,
The war also gives me a scare,
People thought they met their doom,
Everybody felt gloom.
A Poppy That Remembered – By Nancy Elizabeth Roberts, 9
Woodhouse Primary School
Gunshot echoing all around,The scream of a soldier as he falls to the ground.
A sergeant bellowing orders to men,
As he and platoons scramble up the fen.
The bravest captain Britain had ever seen,
Was riding to an injured soldier.
When a German gun aimed at him,
And soon a bullet flew.
Where he fell,
I grew,
Now it is November 11th
I will remember him
So remember on the 11th of November,
Think of that brave man,
And a poppy that remembered.
The Trenches – By Sophie Roberts, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name is George Dore,I fight in the war.
19 is my age,
My baby daughter’s called Paige.
The food we eat tastes old,
In the trenches it isn’t half cold.
The trenches are so dull,
I want to break free like a bull.
I have been here since July,
I miss my mum’s meat and potato pie.
Bayonets – By Wade Roberts, 9
Keelham Primary School
Bayonets are sharp with their blades very cold, black and dirtyUsed for fighting at the end of the rifle. The bayonet goes up in a
Second then it comes down like lighting boom people are dead.
The Great War – By Max Robinson, 10, and Tomas Medveckij, 10
St Luke’s C of E Primary School
Soldiers daring and fearless,Warriors, unafraid and lion-hearted,
Batting to win for us,
The freedom we deserve.
Soldiers dying in no man’s land,
Everything lifeless, trees and man,
Horses suffering in agony,
How cruel to all is this war.
Poppies, a symbol of the war,
Of peace, we remember how soldiers fall,
Heroic and innocent so we might live,
Freedom and peace for all.
Hero – By Louie Rosano, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Soldier stuck in the boggy mud,With red, gloopy horrible blood
All around the floor, ‘Germans’ the Sergeant said.
Get out of those trenches its war,
The guns fire, two dead, what gore,
Today may be the day I die but at least I die a hero
One of the greatest hero’s ever in history,
Another dead, will there be zero left?
No Man’s Land – By Nicolo Rossi, 10
Ibstock Place School
The silvery ball of death rises into the sky,Shielding us as we sleep.
I hear the whistling of a shell,
Like a demon screeching,
Sent from the very depth of hell.
Through no man’s land,
We trundle.
Corpses strewn on the floor, holding their guns with bloodied hands,
As if still loyal during their eternal sleep.
Short days ago they lived,
Fighting for freedom of this broken world.
Now they lie,
In eternal sleep, never to live, never to breathe again.
Mud sucks at our feet,
As we amble through the claustrophobic tunnels.
The acrid smell of rotting meat and sewage,
Reaches up my nostrils.
STAND TO!
Hope fills every man,
As the fiery ball of new life,
Rises over the horizon.
And now, in Flanders fields,
The mortal men lie.
The poppies wave like bloodies hands,
Commemorating their efforts.
The World War Poem – By Timmy Rowley, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School, Shipley The world is covered in tears,Let’s remember our beloved ones,
The ones that went to fight for us,
They fought for our country,
They fought for our lives.
They fought to make peace,
The food was rationed the sky was grey,
In the coffins the soldiers lay.
They weren’t the lucky ones but we are.
Evie Mae Randviir Sharp, 8, St Michaels & All Angels
When people die
When bodies drop
When you know that they are coming for you
When you hear the canons
You look around
You see death
You know there is something to cry about
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Sameh Ruhid, 10
Bradford Grammar School
My doors are open.My heart is broken.
My bells are calling.
My stone still falling.
Pools of tears from a rainy day.
Corridors of silence.
Nothing to say.
I saw death at first hand.
Getting bombed by the German band.
I’ve just lost all my friends.
Hoping that this war will end.
By Paige Sceats Russell, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear sisterDo not worry.
We have killed half of the Germans but I am very thirsty am I doing any good.
I don’t know how I am going to talk or see you.
Do not volunteer it is scary.
We sleep in the muddy trenches, hide like little mice.
I will be home soon.
The Great War – By Zachi Sadiy, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
Men being brave fighting for their country,Knowing the Hun will not spare you,
Hospitals are full as there are too many casualties,
Trenches full of rats and shrapnel,
Their loved ones praying that it is over by Christmas.
Men afraid to go into no man’s land,
Explosions and shots will be fired at you,
Stuck in the trenches with rats and lie crawling all over you,
As the war went on more men were forced to bow down,
Letters being written back and forth but soon or later it was over for them.
Millions of casualties all around the world,
All killed in different ways,
The world was shocked by this catastrophe,
The will go down in history for eternities.
World War 1 – By Sumiyya Sajid, 10
Westbourne Primary School
The grey clouds cover the blue sky while the children cry beneath.The explosive bombs explode the factories, but do their mothers survive?
The death of fathers is very miserable but there is still a chance to find victory near those who have died.
The rusty aeroplanes, which fly through the soft, enormous clouds, get knocked down by the ancient guns below.
The flowing blood slowly slides out of the soldier’s life leaving nothing but death.
Gas Attack!!! – By Jake Salthouse, 10
Blakehill Primary School
The burning eyes of the soldiers,The darkness of the blind,
The vomiting and the coughing,
The screeching of the dead.
Shrapnel flying everywhere,
Then the horror is released.
The soldiers,
Drowning from the inside,
Dying at my feet.
My friends,
My brothers,
My life.
The Great War – By Nithilia Sampath, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
They march into battle,One by one,
To serve their country,
Bang! Now the war has begun,
They laugh and chat,
In the trenches,
They never wanted to fight.
But they know they’re making their country proud.
The town cries when they hear the news.
Some with sorrow, some with joy,
The Great War is over!
But the trail left is unthinkable,
Loss and despair amidst with victory.
World War 1: A Day In The Trenches – By Nikita Sanctis, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
World War 1 was frightful indeed,Everyone was worried of what they have seen,
Muddy, mucky madness in the trenches,
Put your foot in, then it will start to squelch,
Their breath turned into crystal white ice,
You don’t have fun as you hear the cries,
Lots of people shivering in the cold,
A giant war to behold.
Dark and misty in the night,
All the men nervous for a fight,
Such good friends on the British team,
Hoping that the war stops, please.
The bombs exploded like the sun,
The war has only just begun,
Time has passed so now we remember,
All who fought and stopped on November.
Farewell Dad – By Rosa Scally, 10
Eldwick Primary School
My family received a bronze coin the other day,At least he died proudly,
It’s not the same without dad,
I want him home.
He will be lonely up in heaven.
Bring him back.
How horrible it must have been,
For my dear dad.
You will always be with me,
No matter where you are.
Immortal – By Harriet Schofield, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Empty pieces break just how the world is falling apart.It has come too quickly, sadly gone.
His eyes were open, watching, waiting, hoping.
Falling, falling fast, dropping, dying, screaming,
Screaming, dead.
The poppies can’t revive; the only company is the cross.
Crying like a fountain, the poppies carry on their duty,
Billowing in the breeze.
Dark, killer smoke seeps into the air.
The poppies don’t die, they are immortal.
Then Who Have Fallen – By Cameren Scholefield, 10
Robertown Junior & Infant School
Every single cross brows their head welcomingNew member of their symbol of remembrance.
The sorrowful soldier silently begs god to bring him back.
The claret red poppies join roots to think of the fallen soldiers.
The burnt grass crunches as his muddy boots walk to the cross.
Respecting the soldiers is his main duty now.
Putrid air covers the battlefield like a dark hand coming to swallow them up.
The soldier says I may be joining you soon goodbye my friend for now.
Silently the soldier dies.
Although we won, he is dead.
KNAPSACK! – By Ruby Marie Scholefield, 9
Keelham Primary School
On the back as heavy as a vanCarrying pans, rattling like bells
Scared it may get blood on it
Going to hell with people soft as a pillow
I will go to sleep
I may flop or get put down
I do not know what is going to happen to me
I might get left
I do not want to but I might do
My owner is scared like me
In the war as cold as ice I need something to keep me warm
I am tired, like my owner
Who never gets to sleep, he sends me home to BRITAN!
One Man Down Like All The Others – By Abigail Scott, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
No one in the distance, one man down like all the others.Poppies swaying side to side, one man down like all the others
As the helmet sits upon the splinted cross, one man down like all the others
Poppies dancing poppies swaying side to side, like all the others.
World War 1 Soldier – By Katy Senior, 8,
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
My name is Luke SmithThey put a statue of me on a plinth.
I come from London, but now
I’m in France fighting for others.
I like to fight but when
I’m not I’m resting from war.
I’m 20 years old but I am
Quite bold.
I feel quite proud but the
Guns and bombs are very loud.
I always do as I’m told
Although it is very cold.
Sometimes it drives me round the bend.
War And Peace – By Yusuf Shafi, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
War – Boom bang the sound’s of enemies shooting each other.War – Tank’s boomed so loud like a lion roaring.
War – Bullet’s murdered The German viciously.
War – ferocious fritz who I was fighting is now buried deep white in Flanders’s field.
War – The German leader was a ferocious dog.
Peace – Ruby, red shiny, poppies growing in Flanders’s field like magic.
Peace – Mum’s and dad’s loving the child and crying all night.
Peace – peace spreads quickly once the war has ended.
Peace – pleasant smell coming from the beautiful flowers.
Peace – courageous friendship created in the trench.
By Tanya Shah, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
The bomb exploded littering out its rage of fury.Hatred spreading across the battle field.
Echoes from people that are saying (aaah!) from dying solders.
Growing more babies more and more people live and then eventually die.
Rumbling sounds across the battlefield’s wait for the grounds to blow up.
Extremely painful bullets glide through your heart.
A (aaaaaaaaaa!) loud scream’s coming across the battle fields.
Thousands of people are dying just in a second.
Waiting for people to come and attack.
Armey’s were becoming bigger and bigger.
Rustling ground’s become more louder.
The Battle Front – By Ernie Sharp, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Wild shooting and gas people dying side by sideGuns glazing they’re going over the top
We were heroes and bullets were whizzing past
We did not want to go over the top
The screaming of people dying
The dreaded voice that says over the top boys
We went running, we all died waiting for the next lot to fall.
By Joseph Sharp, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name, my friend is Arthur Jack,I was in the World War One,
But I never came back,
The guns went bang,
They deafened me,
All this is for my country to be free.
My Life At War – By Jessica Shaw, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name, my friend is Steve BlindsMy nature is so very kind
The trenches are miserable, cold and muddy
Which is nothing for my buddy
The sounds deafened round
Which is nothing to be found
FIZZ went a bomb
And the dirt was gone
I felt cold, ill and I was soggy
It was never sunny or foggy
I was proud to take the risk
But it all fell to a mist
I was very shocked to see someone fall
Which made me numb all round
I am young and I am brave
Which means I’m nowhere near the grave
The horses whined but they were faintly
heard from the other nasty noises
I was sad to leave my family
I wasn’t very happy.
There are not many of us left, they
have all gone away but there
are lots left on the other side.
Oh dear they come my way they
start to shoot, one goes in and
down I go. Now my life’s at end
I say farewell and hope you have a good end.
Death – By Zayna Shazad, 10
Thornton Primary School
Death, it took their lives for nothing.Death, it crept upon every one of them.
Death, hated every one of them and they hated death.
Death, killed them slowly and filled them with pain.
Death, watched them like a hawk.
Death, took everyone of them, yet no-one can take death.
Death, it took their loved ones.
Death, it crept into their minds every minute of the day.
Death, all of their families hated it.
Death, it gave their loved ones fatal deaths.
Death, it was watched by everyone like a hawk.
Death, it took everyone yet no-one can take death.
Ode To A Wounded Cathedral – By Emryss Sheikh, 10
Bradford Grammar School
The cathedral is ram shacked with stones,The statues are like broken bones.
And wood as rough as scraped skin,
You can also just smell the whiff of the fumes.
People walk outside
Not noticing that the cathedral is hurt.
No one comes to save the cathedral who is in pain.
The cathedral is no more because he is shell-shocked.
Over The Top – By Mattie Sheldon, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Yes, thou hath fears.Thou may be scared.
In short times, decisions are difficult,
But the world rotates on choices,
Everyone’s choices,
Your choices.
You can shape this planet,
With your strength, bravery and courage.
The war will kill people,
Like you,
But that doesn’t mean you can give in,
Or give up
Never apologize for your tears,
Dwell in your bravery.
You can’t do more than your best
But your best can move the Earth.
War – By Grace Mary Shepley, 10
Eldwick Primary School
When we got called to sign,We wanted to hide at the back of the line,
When we got to the trench,
There was a horrible and smelling stench,
Getting weaker by the day,
But then we realised this is the way,
If we had not applied,
Then we would have not died,
On the graves our names will stay,
But under the ground we will rot away.
World War 1 Poem – By Sonya Sidhu, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
Soldiers are standing there for you,But there is more than two,
They are there,
But don’t wonder “WHERE?”
They are as strong as steel,
And they don’t go on wheels,
Whatever gender,
They will surrender.
By Julia Silva, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School
When a bomb lands on your house;When blood is all around you;
When soldiers go fighting,
Then you know WW1 has started.
War is blood,
War is guns,
War is dying,
War is mud,
War is fighting.
Why isn’t the war finishing?
By Gurshran Singh, 9
St Mary's and St Peter's Catholic Primary School
Families happy but not anymore,Saying bye harder than anything to someone special.
Bye bye off you go, tears and sadness just for saving others lives.
Bombs and blood from soldiers that fought.
Sadness still remembers them all by statues and bright red poppies.
Wonderful fields of poppies and innocent people’s deaths.
Could I buy a time machine, never I can’t, love from children and us.
I just wish for one wish that this never happened before.
Broken and shattered, hatred and evil, nothing could make peace.
Death like a mouse in a trap.
Some survived because they just hid.
The Poppies Grow – By Chloe Smith 10
Worthinghead Primary School
The beautiful poppies grow,Red as blood they show.
Bombs drop all around,
But they don’t hurt us underground.
A life to live a life to share,
Please oh please let me be there.
The violent guns that shot my house,
The frightened screams of little girls.
Please don’t let anyone give you shame,
Enjoy your life it’s just a game.
World War 1 – By Arjun Sohal, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
AAAAGGGHHH, the screams spreading and spreading,The mud got deeper and deeper of men, mules, horses and heavy wagons and guns churned it up,
Lines of wire glinted like tinsel.
The humps of dead in No Man’s Land were like toppled snowmen,
After the singing of the night, the Christmas dawn was strangely quiet.
After an hour or so the order was given to ‘stand down,’
The two huge armies became bogged down in fixed positions,
The newcomers quickly learned the routine of trench life.
War – By Lylah Sohail, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
Furious frits, who were once fighting are now buried deep within Flanders fieldBOOM! BANG! The sounds of enemies killing each other.
Bullets murdered
Bombs exploded while letting out its rage and fury
The bombs are loud as an earthquake.
Red ruby, shiny, poppies, growing in Flanders field.
Peace spreads around the world once the war has ended.
Pleasant smell coming from the beautiful poppies.
The Big Poem About Henry Glover – By Niamh Spencer–Brooke, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
My name is Henry GloverAnd I fight in the war.
I am 23 you can’t believe the site I have seen.
The trenches are very muddy and so wet.
My family are at home I have 3 daughters and 1 son my wife is very kind.
My diary is full of all the things I have done during the time I have been here.
I love my family.
My friend is called Charly Brown.
The Battle Ground – By Henry Stephenson, 9
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
As my friends life was taken before my eyes.I slipped in the mud as I shot the foe.
The trench was a river I dived in and fought as hard as I could.
The sorrow faded like a snail walking.
Guns booming, tension rising, blood spit, bones bruised, men lost.
As I saw the white flag raised I danced in joy.
Trenches – By Jake Stross, 10
Eldwick Primary School
In the trenches we lay low,People dying side by side,
Bullets firing ahead,
Over the top my sergeant screamed
So that’s what we did,
BANG! BANG! We dropped to the ground!
German’s guns firing ahead, this process started again,
BANG KA BOOM! We were shot no more men,
Germans, Germans we all say,
Running across the muddy land
BANG! BANG! We shot them down,
Surrender, Surrender the German’s said!
Hope – By Lucy Sugden, 10
Whitechapel C of E Primary School
The big, blossomed poppiesGrowing round the grave
With pride I sit and listen
Remembering the noise
With the whistling drop of a bomb
And the screaming sound of a gun
The glistening, shimmer of the medals
That were left behind by my dad
I hope he died in peace
I hope he knew he was loved
His family still live on
With the things he left behind
Praying for you everyday
Going to visit the crosses
And going to all the memorials
Please always remember
That you’re always with us in our hearts
You showed great courage and bravery
When the bells ring, we see a light
So we bow our heads in sadness but happiness
We think of all you suffering soldiers
Not as names in stone, but as family
The Great War – By Owan Sugden, 10
Worthinghead Primary School
The war is evil,Terrible they say.
No one wanted eleven to strike,
That took time from play.
Why? No one learned,
This is no game.
Lives that turned,
Fighting solves nothing.
Lives lost none left,
Killed murdered and theft.
Oh, said a German,
I’ll have the lot.
How? I’ll start something called THE GREAT WAR!
Trenches – By Nathaniel Sunley, 9
Keelham Primary School
To the battle we shall goRows of bombs they will blow
Enemies are here do not run
No baking out get a gun
Charge at the cavalry with our horses
Hurry up lets join the forces
By Alicia Sunter, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Men coughing, bombs dropping,Blood dripping, fire burning,
Guns shooting,
Storm brewing,
Rats showing,
Women doing work at the home in the war.
WW1 – By Taylor-Jayne Swarbrick, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
In the trench people lay quiet and cold…Waiting… waiting, but not wanting the quiet to end;
People running out and crawling in
With hurt bruises,
With no aid to be seen;
Peeping, peeping out to see if their enemies are gone, but no.
Bullets whizzing past still bodies;
Searching to seek out survivors
Of the dreadful war that soldiers on.
Smells – By Archie Horsfield, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
Carcasses lay there rotting and stinking away.Toilets overflowed, sweat and cigarettes.
It really smelt.
Sandbags add to the smell damp from the rain.
It really smelt.
New recruits.
If you can’t smell anything
You’re a liar
A Whole World In War – By Abigail Swift, 10
Blakehill Primary School
These things have no pointThey should not have started it anyway
Well
Its finished now.
But every day,
People died then
And it was not a nice sight.
Poppies,
Standing in fields
Dancing in the open air
Waiting
For Remembrance Day
To come.
A soul
Inside every poppy,
A soul
Was
Inside every soldier.
World War 1 – By Justin Takhar, 9
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
In World War 1 soldiers battled and thousands of soldiers died every world war.In battlefields are poppies and white crosses.
Boom bank tank shot big bullets everywhere.
People died and got shot and people were hiding in the trenches.
Rockets shot and bombs.
Trenches were not fun because they were spiders, it was dark and smelly and horrible.
Soldiers rubbed nettles on you to keep you warm.
Soldiers were killing the enemy, were thousands of people alive?
Soldiers used smoke bombs and bad carronades.
Soldiers wear big boots, bottle of water,
A bag on their back, sticky bombs,
Smoke bombs, a hard helmet, jacket,
In the bag they have tinned food to eat,
Hand pistol, knife, pistol.
By Alana Talib, 9
Southmere Primary Academy
His brave heart stopsAs the three rifle bullet shoot inside of him
As blood comes dripping out of his chest pouring onto his hands
But he gets the last shot.
1914-1918
By Nathaniel Tattersall, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
British and HunsFighting with guns.
In the trenches their bodies lay;
Huns and Brits both have to pay.
The corporal says we must stay.
As poppies grow by night and day.
Bullets start to spray… I hope we’re O.K.
World War One – By Madison Taylor, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Bold and daring soldiers,Lying, bleeding, crying,
Some dying in the mire,
Others shed tears,
Weeping for their families at home.
In the smelly trenches,
Where the soldiers sleep,
The horrible rats,
Are rooting for food to eat.
More and more soldiers,
Are slowly dying,
During all the fights,
And all these wars,
Some got shot,
Some did not.
The Great War – By Nathaniel Taylor, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
The whistles blew and everyman in the trench knew there were in for a shock.The duck boards were like ice on the long pavements.
Bang the first shot released and had hit someone.
The short silence was soon broken by the Germans artillery.
That night the smell was pleasant until the shells below a hole in our headquarters.
The next morning all was shattered limbs and death.
But they were not satisfied they kept on firing.
WW1 – By Jordan Thompson, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
The British on one hand,The Germans on the other.
Britain is home;
The Germans were my enemies.
The British on my left hand,
The Germans on my right, it is then into 1 fight.
P Is For poppies – By Molly Thompson, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
Poppies drifting in the breeze,Over graves and crosses,
Gently falling,
A carpet of red for our heroes.
Remember, remember the 11th of November,
When war began,
Bullets and blood everywhere
Machine guns and pistols ring out.
People dying, crying
Grieving for lost family,
Some surviving some not,
Sleeping in trenches, no shelter or warmth.
Line Of Fire – By Bailey Todd, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
A bullet, hit him mentallyThe ground was stained with blood of mankind and animals
The grey grass was as high as the charred headstone
Cannons reloaded and shot at his comrades – as they fired back
The depressed moonlight shimmered in pools of innocent’s men’s blood
The smoke from enemy mortars was as dark as the devil’s soul
Poppies, were pouncing at the soldiers ankles trying to lift his spirits
He was drowning in sadness because his friend had left him.
By Lwenge Toui, 9
St Mary's and St Peter's Catholic Primary School
Whilst the soldiers were leavingThe families were needing help
They were shouting
But the spaces were overcrowded
Soldiers trying to link
So they had to write with ink
Getting guns
Then getting shot in the lungs
Re-adapting
Then getting attacked
By Myles Tyson, 7
Thornton Primary School
Wet battlefieldOn the floor of doom
Red handed, or is it blood
Left in the trenches
Dead is what I am
Worst day ever
Death war ripped
Ripped off arms
On my death spot
Never coming home or am I
Ending my life
No Man’s Land – By Emilie Vento, 10
Blakehill Primary School Gas setting fire eyesBlind dark figures
River of sick moaning
Blanket of flue on your lungs
Then a puddle of blood dripping
DEAD!!
A pile of bones
Flesh in rats
With a coat of blood
Oh goody
The rats nibble on.
LIFE IN THE TRENCHES – By Elena Vlassova, 10
Ibstock Place School
We wait in line for the call,The stench of urine and mud.
"Boom" the rumble of guns has begun.
"Over the top" the call for certain death is called.
Soldiers fall on their knees, shot.
People, sleep on damp steps mud splattered on their faces.
Rats, arm length, scurry around all places.
Nibbling at my toes and sodden feet.
Poppies grow,
Above soldiers below.
Their petals like bloody hands,
Waving in the breeze.
I watch people scream,
And cry for their mothers.
Snipers shooting you at every chance.
Food, scarce, like rock which breaks my teeth.
Dark clouds cover the sun, creating darkness for eternity.
Fumes smother me.
Gas masks grabbed.
Soldiers fall.
The adventure I dreamt,
Is a nightmare in reality.
The fumes, the gas, the blood
The cherished dead.
,
War – By Jade Wade, 10
Eldwick Primary School
The roars of the guns sound like they are coming from the jaws of deathGuilt eating your soul from those who died because of you,
The grave and the dead shall not be forgotten,
The vast expanse of no man’s land covered with fallen men,
War is led by people who have not witnessed it,
Please let this not happen again.
World War One – By Lauren Wainman, 8
Whitechapel C of E Primary School
One by one soldiers die,Another screeches, another cries,
All of the army lie in agony,
In the trenches during World War One.
Gases striding through the air,
It’s hard to breathe everywhere,
Helmets heavy but still save lives,
In the fields during World War One.
Men are all full of fear,
Some are even full of tears,
Illnesses flying up and down,
That’s what it was like during World War One.
And still we remember till this day,
If you go to war you go away.
By Morgan Wale, 9
Roberttown Junior and Infant School
A flash bang blinded me until I heard, “Open Fire!”Terror strikes like lightening in the desolate sky.
Silent guns allowed the men to go undetected.
Golden guns chocked on the silver shining bullets.
The recon hid from the terror that rained violently from the sky.
Delicate memories are found and recorded to be remembered my all.
By George Walker, 7
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear Brother,The soldiers were really happy when they,
started the war they only had a short,
sleep until they started the war,
again. They slept in trenches and they,
hid in trenches to hide. They were,
v.s. the Germans. The World War 1,
ended in 2018 and the England,
beat the Germans and the World War 1,
went on for 4 years and they stayed,
in the same clothes for 4 years,
and the water got in to my clothes.
WW1 – By Harvey Walker, 9
Birkenshaw Primary School
My name my friend is Bruce JonesI have a broken a lot of my bones to get lots of letters.
To fight for the better. I had to fight in the war
So said the war.
The trenches seem like hell
Because of their horrible smell.
By Luke Watkinson, 10
Keelham Primary School
As civilians Tremble tanks shootPeople are “Overwelemed its ended”
Tommies fighting for their lives
So many people dying around Tommie
Is It ever going to end?
Everyone fearing for their lives
Soldiers soldiers are wishing to survive.
TOMMIES – By Patrick Watkinson, 9
Keelham Primary School
Tommies are British soldiersOn the field fighting with glory
Memorials make people remember
Memories around the memorials
In the sea the navy fought
End of the war soldiers died one side won
Soldiers shout with courage
Poppies! – By Amalie Watson, 10
Woodhouse Primary School
You dance in the gentle breeze, swaying to and fro,You bloom over wounded soldiers lying deep down below,
Your scarlet sides glow as if on fire.
Your charcoal centre disperses sunlight beams higher,
In Flanders’ Fields you grow,
Darting between crosses, row upon row.
You are the majestic summer poppy.
You sit on our jumper, our coat, our hat,
You help us remember our loved ones,
You pierce the autumn leaves with pride,
You bring out those who fear to hide,
You mark our place, on earth in heaven,
And yet while sleep in deafening silence,
You watch over us.
You are the precious autumn poppy.
By Ella Watson, 7
Roberttown Junior & Infant School
Bang the ground shakesDeafening guns are shot
Endless stinking mud all around
Dogs bark and rats squeak
It’s very gloomy at night
Sipping tea that’s as hot as the sun
We are never clean
The Great War – By Ryan Welsh, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
On the front line it was impossible to sleep,Tortured in the dig out by bangs of guns,
Next day back to the torture of the trenches,
Will we survive another day?
Miracles can happen like Christmas truce,
Guns stop,
Go out to No Man’s land.
Trade presents have a chat,
Go back to trenches,
Guns bang,
Christmas truce never again,
Days rage on,
Many die,
Last day of war,
Unfortunately it’s not,
Will the war ever stop?
World War 1 Poem – By Jolyon West, 10
Whitechapel C of E Primary School
War, war, war, guns firing,Bombs dropping,
Soldiers stumbling through the mud,
Some with no boots, just bare feet.
Their throats could murder food or water,
Coughing, sneezing, choking.
Blinded by gas,
All they can see is green,
Their eyes white and still.
Guns, guns, guns,
Take cover boys,
BANG! . . . . a soldier goes down,
Struggling,
Get him in the van boys,
Blood gushing out of him,
Will he die?
The Poppy Is Red – By Taylor Westwood, 10
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
The poppy is redAs red as a rose
The poppies brought peace
Into this world
The soldiers fought
As hard as they could
Do you remember?
I think you should
Battlefield – By George Walker, 10
St Luke’s C E Primary School
A criss-cross trench a disgusting place to be.Cold food to eat and wet soggy feet,
Hardly any space to sleep,
Hard to get up stuck under sheets.
Sand bags everywhere incase of bombs,
There are a few close calls when my friends are lost,
Many men were shot, and died
Some were lucky, some survived
They were all lion hearted.
A Man And A Grave – By Samuel Wheatley, 10
Roberttown Junior & Infant School The once green grass, now claret from the corpses, held the tomb of the manHe stood there, on the dark grass
Hoping,
Waiting.
BANG! BANG! The only sounds heard nearby
The grass were shards of glass, attacking his ankles
Dreadful thoughts, flooded his brain, destroyed him.
He could cry a thousand tears – but still he wouldn’t come back.
Rifle – By Ben Whelan, 10
Keelham Primary School
This rifle is one shot kill, the sound of the shotYou wouldn’t stand still. These bullets come out as fast as a car, in the light and in the dark.
I’m waiting to get these bullets out of my jaws
“Yuck!” these bullets taste so horrible of course.
I’ve just shot a German and an Italian, they fell to the ground like they fell into a bed,
But actually they laid dead.
Grenades – By Rosie Grace Whelan, 10
Keelham Primary School
Grenades as scary as hell, even worse than falling hundreds of feet down with no-one to help.Being hit, you fall, you’re dead.
Germans may even spit on your head.
Grenades travel and even die.
Germans throw them mainly at night.
Trespassing in gardens and trenches, scaring soldiers.
One little touch, BANG! YOUR DEAD!
When you pull my hand I will go BANG!
I have got a feeling I might blow so by for now, you will become Britain’s hero
War Memorial Poem – By Caitlin White, 10
Robertown Junior & Infant School
Blood red poppies billowing in the breezeThe poppies are crying as the soldier prays
The splintered, wooden cross cracks in half
Bang goes the gun
Another person joins the man under the cross
Thinking logically
The clouds glance at the poppies as they sway gently
The poppies look sadly at the respectful soldier as he concentrates
Clouds cry sadly in the dark smoky sky.
World War 1 Poem – By Maya White, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
World War 1 started on 28th July 1914.War is a time for sadness and fear.
Soldiers fight to the death.
Families weep and cry because of the war.
The men live in trenches and catch diseases and some men died because of it.
Soldiers fight through snow, hail and rain storms.
Bullets fire across the land as fast as lightening.
Today poppies grow on fields to remind us of all the men that died.
No matter what we do war will always come and there is no way to stop it.
RUNNER UP
Over The Top – By Reuben White, 10
Eldwick Primary School
“Over the top” the sergeant cried,His voice full of fear and pride,
Our time had come to face the enemy,
Quick as a flash my young body reacted to the call,
My heart thumped nosily as I rushed out,
Of the mud bath trench.
Fear quickly crept up my spine,
My head was all a mess,
The smell of smoke getting stronger every courageous step I took.
As I ran forward everything was a blur,
I wanted to go back home.
Conrad tugged my jacket,
Encouraging me on,
To fight for king and country is what I must do,
I swallow my fear, plump out my chest and
Stepped into the frenzied battle.
Gassed – By Samuel Whitehead, 10
Eldwick Primary School
Blinded by the gas of war,Marching through what we once saw.
Row after row of blinded men,
Shoulder to shoulder we march again.
Protected from the sea of death around,
The bodies open eyed scatter the ground.
We do not see,
We cannot share,
The death our blinded eyes do spare.
Guns – By Ewan Whiteley, 10
Keelham Primary School
Guns are rough and tough and tall,They always badly welcomed all.
They started off as good old pistols,
But more were made for stealing crystals.
They wake up to spit bullets from their jaws,
To pierce the skin of the soldier who lay before.
As smart as a car, as fast as speed,
Just like a quick and sly modern steed.
The taste of bullets bleed through my veins,
Throwing a bullet, causing anger and pain.
I can’t take one more day of this life!
Get rid of me! Get rid of that Knife!
I take another shot and wonder why,
Why I’m losing the touch of the soldier beside.
I turn around and see him dead!
Covered in blood and drenched in red . . .
The Unknown Soldiers – By Evelyn Wheelhouse, 8
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
My name is Gerald Smith.They put me on a statue on a plinth.
I fight in the war and I am 20 years old.
They sky is as black as a room full of smoke.
BANG CRASH! The bombs exploding hitting the floor.
SPLISH SPLOSH! The muddy boots in the wet trench.
I live in a trench it needs a mend.
You wouldn’t want to be me.
You could not sleep.
I’ve got a blistery skin and I am fine.
I would never know if we won the war?
Trenches are bad and sad and dusty and dry.
WW1 – By Lydia Whiteley, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
In the trenches,Bombs and bullets from rifles come
Flying towards me.
I wish for the death of the war as
Explosions surround me.
Bangs, guns and shouting.
Everyone is ending.
I need help, this is too hard
My gun is too heavy to lift up to my face.
So I press the trigger as it points to my foot.
The war has finished for me.
A Soldier’s Thoughts – By Malachy Wicks, 10
Grewelthorpe C.E Primary School
Bullets fly across the sky like shooting starsEvery time a bullet is placed in the barrel of my gun a poor man’s fate is at risk
It’s not just me fighting for my country
They too will have a life outside the trench
But this is a war, people come people go
Wet clothes cling to my damp rotting flesh
People walk past me cradling arms, holding papers signed by loved ones
Some laughing, some crying
I write my last letter of love
I’m going over the top!
World War 1 – By Oona Wicks, 8
Grewelthorpe C of E Primary
All I see is darknessThe red sky watches over me
My clothes are full of lice, constantly irritating my skin
Deadly fear fills my eyes
I stare out of the trench
All I hear are the shrieks terror, of unlucky people
Bullets fly in all directions
Eventually there is dead silence
One more person looks out, disaster strikes once again
My instincts told me I would not survive this land of terror
The sergeant demanded that I get out there
I bravely stare across to no man’s land
I would not survive this graveyard
Trails of dead bodies stand before me
I can’t go out there, not ever, I wouldn’t stand a chance
The wise, bright, starry sky makes me think of family and friends
Should I write a letter back?
Maybe the war will end?
I pray anyway...
Christmas Eve – By Luca Wiles, 10
Blakehill Primary School
Today the fighting stoppedThe battle was appositely over
The day the war nearly ended we call it
First there was a faint singing
It was a silent night
We started to sing with them
Finally some respect between the two sides.
We met in no man’s land
Gifts were exchanged
Photos shared
Game of football
We lost to penalties
Next day back to fighting
Trenches – By Chloe Wilkinson, 10
St Anthony’s Catholic Primary School Dead bodies everywhereMen screaming
People getting shot down,
Soldiers getting tired
Their legs start to ache
They can’t stand being
In the trenches anymore,
Soldiers are terrified of being here
They are missing their families
All they want is to survive,
It takes one bullet
And you’re gone.
WW1 Poem – By Maisie Willians, 9
Roberttown Junior and Infant School
Guns wept tears of bullets as sorrow filled their hearts and varnished in thin air.The stars twinkled brightly as the soldiers heart died and flew up to heaven.
Now’s time to throw the torch and hold on to their feelings.
Bang went the bomb as the soldiers trudged into the terror before them.
Men fight, guns fire, blood pours.
While the fields scatter with dead men.
We will never forget.
Putties – By Tia Williams, 10,
Denholme, Bradford
Made of materialLight green in colour
As pale as a tree in spring
Wrapped tightly around
The knees and the ankles
Gripping them like a grandma
Who loves you more than anything
Protecting them like my family
Who love you more than diamonds in the sky
A pair of putties
On the soldier
Protecting, gripping, loving,
Hoping to survive
This terrible war
Life In The Trenches – By Lewis Williamson, 10
Ibstock Place School
Our group of drowsy marching menSet up camp and went to sleep
When the chief’s clock strikes ten I find my bed and start to weep
I am cautiously excavating a trench
When it’s just going to be my grave
The nearest corpse gives off a stench
Of that man I couldn’t save
Soldiers were exploded to a shred
While others would get shot down
Some men would get filled with lead
And I look and frown.
I kicked away one of the rats
And watched it splash in the water where it fell they’re a nuisance and a bunch of brats, they crawl all over you wherever you dwell
I lay down my bayonet
And got a seat and sat
While the soup began to set
I watched in disgust while others swallow the fat.
I could smell some urine
While the water sucked at my feet
Some men ate out of a tiny tin
Watching a soldier getting whipped and beat.
WW1 Poem – By Max Wilson, 9
Roberttown Junior and Infant School
Horrendously, the golden gun spat out like a volcano.The poppies waved goodbye as the soldiers lost their lives.
Rapidly, the soldiers ran like a cheetah into war.
Men march, red poppies, muddy boots.
Poppies grow in the light of a new day.
The stars have faded, covered with clouds of war.
WORLD WAR – By George Winder, 9
Keelham Primary School
1914 war has begun nobody having fun.Rifles, turrets and lots more guns,
Dying souls and little moles going into their holes.
Tommies, Germans, who will win?
All the rations put in a tin, No time to put in a bin.
Boys forget your hobbies we’re in the war!
It’s a door to hell can you tell?
You’re going to die, are you a spy?!
The Unknown Soldiers – By Hannah Wood, 9
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
The unknown soldier still stands todayIn my heart and in your brain
Now the poppies stand in remembrance
For reasons which are amazing.
The soldiers, my friend died and now
It is polite to take a bow.
And all mine and your family
This is something you won’t do merrily
100 years they’ve been resting
And know we have to do our blessing.
Thank you, god tell them so
For they have done something marvellous
They are the unknown soldiers
World War One! – By Rebecca Wood, 9
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
The soldiers who are fightingIn the battlefield
Bullet sounds are frightening
And they don’t have a shield
Remembrance is everything
To the soldiers who died
Such sorrow and sadness
For the people who cried
The field of darkness
Filled with beams of red
The stains that are not poppies
Are from people who are dead
Remembrance is everything
To the soldiers who died
Such sorrow and sadness
For the people who cried
Down in the trenches
Deep underground
Your sergeants yelling
You don’t hear a sound
It’s been 100 years
Since the first world war
For all we know
There could be more
Remember, remember, remember WORLD WAR ONE!
The Hopeless And Pointless War – By Tabitha Wood, 10
Bradford Grammar Junior School
Bullets hail down like a storm of death,Raining on the men below,
The rat infested sadden trenches were as deadly as the guns.
It was a hopeless war, losing on both sides.
The grey skies were alight with fire, from the bombs and shells dropped.
Men killing men, it was a pointless war.
Everywhere were deadly spikes of barbered wire, spiking the bleeding me.
The only thing not in the war was the blood red flowers, giving hope to the men.
Starving men in the grey trenches were perishing with hunger.
In the hopeless, pointless, Great World War.
By Neve Wormald, 10
Shirley Manor Primary Academy
The Hun ahead, the allies behind.Rifles fire from over the wire.
Explosions burst all around us.
I was at war as the world tore…
Rifle shooting whilst people are looting
Whizz-bangs whistling the hairs on my neck bristling.
In front of me only death; I breathe one cold breath.
Explosions bounce around my head
As I curl up in my muddy bed.
Remember – By Emily Wright, 10
Birkenshaw C E Primary School
The unknown soldiers that fought in the war.All of the rich and all of the poor.
They gave us our lives so we could live on.
The soldiers we had now they are gone.
The trenches were dark with mud on the ground.
But when the letters came no one made a sound
The letters from parents children or wives.
Talk about what’s going on in their lives.
Letters that say clear and loud,
Well done son you did us proud.
They fought for this country and for that we live on
Because of those who fought for long.
Listen to this because this is true.
Everyone in this world will remember you.
By Haseena Yasin, 9
Heaton St Barnabas School
When we fought for you, forever still believable.A day we remember fighting away saving our country,
Red rose poppies we wear every year to remember the people who fought for us year by year.
Poppies blow in there way for the soldier we remember today.
Every day we should think of the ones who fought for us.
As we remember the 4 years of death and nights keeping that story in our mind.
Crosses down come again we all remember them
Every life that fought for us we still care and still love.
World War One – By Daniel Yeadon, 10, and Elliot Emery Greenwood, 10
St Luke’s C of E Primary School
Here in the trenches we live and die,We lie and wait until morning is nigh,
Why on earth do we have to be here,
It’s so upsetting for my end is near.
All the diseases spreading this way and that,
The main cause of illness is rat,
As they scurry this dreadful maze,
We soldiers just sit there in daze.
No man’s land is now crimson red,
Many bodies lay there dead,
So now on November the eleventh,
Remember those who went to heaven.
Poppies poppies fill the ground,
People crying all around,
They were crying for all those,
Who were England’s heroes.
By Eleanor Yeomans, 8
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School
Dear brotherI am getting upset. Hope you didn’t get shot.
Are you dead hope you get home.
Need to win. Please come back. Missing you.
Are you boomed. Love you.
The Great War – By Molly Yeomans, 10
Birkenshaw C.E Primary School I heard the terrible sound,You could hear it all around.
Deep inside I got that feeling,
I was sure that there was a meaning.
Then you could see a gun,
I was so terrified I wanted to run.
I wanted to sneak out of the trenches.
I just couldn’t so I flopped on the benches.
I wanted a trustworthy friend,
All the letters I could send.
The hope we have is fading,
The other side just keeps invading.
We try to keep people safe,
So watch out, you could be in my place.
World War 1 – By Rebecca Young, 10
St Luke’s C.E Primary School
No man’s land an unhappy place,Soldiers died how peaceful they lay,
Cold, damp, muddy place,
Landscape once loved now a disgrace.
A broken land, an empty field,
When one man died he’ll never heal,
Families hearing the tragic news,
Of loved ones they were heart-broken to lose.
Remember remember the 11th of November,
Peace finally came,
We miss the courageous soldiers,
England will never be the same.
I Had A Gun – By Hamida Zeb, 9
Highgate, Bradford
I had a gun to killI had a gun to shoot
Why did I have a gun
Oh you oh you stop there so I can hurt you
Oh you oh you as pretty as a flower stop there
So I can hurt you to wahaha.
I had gas
I had gas for people that are not bind hmm.
What else ah I know.
I had gas to kill to wahoo!
Oh you oh you stop there so I can gas you.
Oh you oh you as pretty as a heart stop there
So I can gas you.