Why We Remember

Written as a model for my class...yup that's right I am now officially a year 6 teacher. I am hoping, now I am in a new routine and settled I can start writing again. I have missed posting. Anyways, this poem is for a Remembrance Sunday English lesson. 

Why We remember

Gnawing hunger inside my gut

Metal as cold as ice against my lips

Bland taste to ease the pain

Rations don’t go far these days

Spikes like devil horns, keeping us safe?

Mud crawls and creeps into my boots

Winter bites at my face

These trenches are a cage

Lying letters take themselves to safety

Tears escape my eyes and burn my cheeks

Feeling as lonely as a prisoner

But I am surrounded by others

Thunderous explosions rumble in the trench

Bullets rain down like hail over our heads

Fighting like beasts, falling like men

This is war, this is why we remember.

By L Warnock

Teacher's Fun

I saw this picture on Facebook and it made me think about the time I've spent working with children and the way it impacts the rest of my life. To me, having fun and living life is so much more important than grades and achievement. Those things come with time and experience, none of which can be gained without happiness. It''s a shame that some children I have met don't share this view, and at such young ages are only concerned about their attainment. I wrote this quickly, but was happy with the outcome, I hope you enjoy :)

Teacher's Fun

Run, jump, scream and shout,
Spinning around the roundabout.
Clapping hands, squeaks of joy.
Playing tea parties with every toy!
Paints and glitter, spread the glue,
See what else there is to do!
Reading stories, so much fun,
The robot book is my best one.
Hands move round the ticking clock,
Then suddenly it's time to stop.
Greet the parents at the door.
Teaching fun is what I'm here for!