Otters Poetry (19th May 2017)
This term, Otters class have been introduced to poetry and have analysed some World War I poetry. When it came time for them to write their own they really rose to the challenge. They have written some beautiful pieces of work and we are sure you will all want to join in praising them for their achievements.
Below are examples of their brilliant pieces:
Seven ravens fly about my head.
I don’t know what I am doing.
I’m getting scared and worried.
Everything goes black, I have no answers.
I’m becoming a demon, a side I’ve never seen of me in my life.
Miss Garrett comes into my head and I’m really crazy for coming to France just for Tom.
I’m really starting to miss my family and friends.
I’m thinking about death.
I’ve got a lack of information.
I don’t know what anything means.
My minds gone blank.
I’ve got no answers anymore but I’m alive.
By Shaun Kane
Seven ravens flew over my head.
Scared for her brother Tom
Angry at Edgar for calling her useless
Worried of getting caught and not being able to save Tom
I have no answers
Crazy about my life going in to shambles
Everything that I have known is fading away
Everything going black
But still got glimpses of hope
Lots of determination of saving him
The ravens show that you’re almost out of time
But coming so far not going to stop
Everyone is against her
Haven’t eaten in day
By Jack Travis
Seven ravens fly about my head
I don’t know what’s going on
Everything goes black.
I hear Edgar.
He tells me I can’t save Tom.
I see dark figures.
Suddenly I see again.
Tom’s death. Too clearly.
“Why didn’t you try to save me?
Why do you try to save Tom instead of me,” screams Edgar.
I am crying. I’m sorry
It was your choice to go to war.”
I see the demon staring at me, moving further away
Alexandra…Alexandra…Alexandra slowly fades
Edgar says, “Somehow I am dead
by Dylan Lewis
Seven ravens fly out my head
I see my brother, which one?
It’s Tom in the hospital
He has pale ghost eyes
He says “why?” to me “why?”
My eyes start to water
Tom says “help me!”
“NO!” Wait I see my dad, his eyes
Angry in fact I’m screaming
“NO” I’m done, someone help me
Edgar I still hate him
Why would he do that then just die?
I thought France would be better
It’s worse than Brighton