Eastington Primary School

Class 4

As our History topic this term has been World War 1 and World War II, we have immersed ourselves in how lives were affected during these terrible, yet incredible times. The children have enjoyed experiencing an ‘evacuation’ whilst on a WWII trip to the STEAM museum, have learnt about rationing, the role of women during the war, the difficulties during the Blitz, and are currently embracing a very challenging Christmas play which is entitled ‘We’ll Meet Again’, in which we follow the lives of London evacuees during 1945.

Some children have taken the opportunity to share their creative writing skills by using inspiration from this work to write poems. We hope you enjoy them as much as we have!

There is more to November
Such as poppies to remember
Red is most common
But have you seen in the autumn
White for peace
Or at least,
Purple for the animals that fought
Because I think they ought
To get a mention
Or at least some attention
For the things they have done
So remember soldiers who fought since war begun
If you ever see poppies glorious
See that we were only victorious
After pain and strife not anything nice
So remember, poppies of November.

By Emma Stephenson-Brias – age 9.


World War I
WWI was terrible,
It’s the deaths that are truly memorable,
We remember their lives,
So let’s wear a poppy with pride.

We are quiet and still, no talking allowed,
As we all stand here amongst this crowd,
Now that the minute is over, our lives carry on,
But we still remember the soldiers that are now gone.

By Martha Beales – age 9.


Poppy poem
I am not a badge of honour,
A trophy to be worn.
You swore you would remember,
The lives that were torn.

I am not a fashion statement,
A reason to start war.
You know what you promised,
Your behaviour is poor.

The reason I am here,
Is for those you never met.
Who fell in Flanders fields,
Lest we forget.

By Nel Beach – age 9.


Dear Home:
The trenches are brown,
The poppies are red,
Our hearts aren’t down,
But most people are dead.

I may be home soon,
Or never at all,
Just remember me,
Oh remember me.

I’m writing home to say,
Please be ok,
It’s very nearly over,
Just stay ok.

How I want you,
How you want me,
How we want each other,
To live happily.

Soon I may be gone,
So brave you must be,
Together we’re strong,
So strong we must be.

The trenches are brown,
The poppies are red,
Our hearts aren’t down,
But most people are dead.

Those who have fallen,

By Matilda Crane – age 9.