D Day 80
As we take our positions on the front line, We can’t help thinking of how many lives would decline.
The soldiers, stood brave and ready, Know that this conflict would be deadly.
Legs blown off, arms ripped apart, The slowing beats of the heart.
The bangs of death fly across the open, Many strings of life end up broken.
Agonised screams pierce the musty scent of blood, sweat and tears.
This nightmare is the worst of our fears.
Our steeds gallop valiantly through the blood-soaked battleground,
Towards the danger they bound.
Innocent people the enemies killed, They blood of the victims that they have spilt.
D- day makes an important part of British history, And we will never forget this bloody victory. Iris, Y7 Portsmouth High School
Lest we forget
Though we are dead, our love still lives on in the people and places we remember. A poppy of peace lies on loved ones as they revisit our shared stories, but they know they will see us again. Death is hard to get over but easy to happen, peace will forever live on. It’s hard to find love at first, but once found, you can never get over. Our battlefield cries can be heard from miles away as can the gunshots as we say our farewell. As the poppy reappears, so do the tears, but everyone will fly upwards one day. Our graves are decorated with the red flowers each one placed by the earths heart.
Being dead doesn’t mean we don’t have a heart, but our hearts will always be British as will the fields we fought on.
As each gunfire is fired through our captains’ hearts, we pass the bright torch down through generations to hold up high, forever. Life is everything, so do make the most of it, like we all did, no matter how old we were when we died 18, 32, 50 or 20, we all lived to the best of our ability and for the best reason – peace. Revenge is never the right option, neither is war so, when you look down at your poppy, which you’re proudly wear during the small silence, remember us, remember Britain - your past, your future, you. Remember the songs we used to sing, the stories we used to tell us! Never let us go, like we never let go of our determination. Our spirit will lift you up like wings, soaring through the sky. Our love will caress your heart, through highs and lows. Our memories will bring you inner peace as will the thought of seeing us again. Your hope. Your love. Your determination. It all reminds you of us. Horrible things happen but remember the positives, our memories
As we fly to our forever home in the sky.
India, Y7 Portsmouth High School
We remember.
We remember the days, When we enlisted, Blind to all aspects of war.
We went to Normandy, All bravery and strength, 80,000 strong,
Not knowing that most of us would be gone. As we hit the beach, Muscles frozen after being in a boat for so long, We loaded out guns and charged out onto the wet sand.
Some of us instantly shot, No burial after death, The rest of us, Shooting, falling, running, Without thought, just fighting to live.
Now, we, the ones who survived, Are celebrated as heroes, Who helped stop the horrific war,
But in our minds, we remember, The others, the fallen, Who should’ve been hailed with us, But are gone and will never fulfil their destinies.
Alice, Y7 Portsmouth High School
