Competition Entry

Bombing, banging, booming boats.
Fire flying through the open air.
Screaming as people get hit by the burning, crackling, flaming fire.
Children clinging to their Mothers trying to be brave
But their Mothers saying, “Go, I’ll be fine.”
And when they come back no one’s there, everyone’s gone
Swarming skies with planes letting go to big round things
Which blow up metres of land and buildings.
Everything’s brown, burnt, bare.

Competition Winner!

They said they are the enemy
And we have to shoot to kill
But he looked like he could be my friend
I think his name was Bill
I bet he liked football just like me
When he was only nine
But they say we have to shoot him
Because he’s the wrong side of the line

Competition Winner!

The Sadness…

No brightness, light is dim,
I don’t really remember him.
His eyes were blue,
Sunk with sadness,
He was the silence of the crew.
He would do no bad.
When he went,
All was loud,
Time stopped,
And men’s eyes filled with tears,
While the ship’s anchor started to rust,
It felt like everything was going to bust.
Once the Navy was a place of defence ,
Now it’s a place of greed.
If he was here, he’d understand.
The evil pain that circled me,
I was a monster of blood,
Like a vampire in the sun.
So much burning, bombs and fires,
Nothing here is normal anymore.
I wish he had come back,
Away from the shadowy figure,
Who haunts him to the end.
Oh poor Frank Donald Connable.

Competition Winner!

In the trenches, the shadows loom,
Noises of guns in the gloom.
We are deceased, a short way below,
We were once living, long weeks ago.
These are dark days, war is doom.

We lived dawn, dead when sunset glow,
and now the crimson poppies blow.
Felt love, it will still grow.
Dark days, we will not go.

In the sky, the planes still bravely fighting, fly.
We cannot fight, but we still cry.
Dark days, we had to die.

Competition Winner!

War is here,
The noise, the noise, the noise is horrible,
Children are crying,
The bombs dropping,
The children are wanting their mum and dad
because they have been sent away.
I stop in front of a shelter,
I go in the shelter,
I am not with my brothers or sister
they are at a different house,
I am sad,
I miss my mum and dad so much,
I hope they are still alive.

Competition Winner!

The ashen faces of dead men
They will never fight again.
Those who survive are still scarred,
Locked away in asylums barred.
Drinking and throwing their lives away,
When best friends die and brothers are slain.
Is this how their lives end?
This will never end my friend.

That man in khaki, but a child
His face plastered with a smile.
The dishcloth of war will soon wipe that smile from his face.
Death or glory? Death for me.
In the blood soaked trenches of Normandy.
The boys who die crying for their mothers –
What medal did they ever bequeath?
The burning love of the mother they did leave.

Competition Winner!

Relentless sirens whined like a baby
Screaming in your ear.
Fire engulfed the defenceless houses.
A jagged mountain of charred wood towered over the city.
The scent of ash-filled casualties noses and into their heaving lungs.
Air raid wardens attempted to calm the public.
Firefighters darted to countless calls and tried to diminish the flames.
It was like being punched in the stomach and spitting up the taste of pain.

Competition Runner Up. No prize I’m afraid. But well done!

The bombs
Screeching noises
Kids crying
I stop in my path
My sister’s been sent away
I hide in a safe place
I don’t know where my mum and dad are
99% of kids are gone
I sit and cry
Wishing my mum and dad were here

Competition Runner Up. No prize I’m afraid. But well done!