A Timeline of British History by Y7

Harvey

Leonie

The Boots that Came Home Alone by Holly, 7AP

These are the boots

That once marched sullenly through sinister streets

Past the tightly pulled shutters.

These are the boots

That remember the sticky sweat dripping slowly

Like the innocent reaching the end

Of their unlived lives.

These boots have left footprints of hope

Behind the blood-stained beaches.

These boots have survived

Through murky, soiled rivers

Drowned in repugnant, sticky mud.

These boots remember the dispirited soldiers

Fighting together through the worst.

These boots heard the blood-thirsty ringing of a bomb

Like a soldier’s life ticking away.

These boots remember the salty tears falling

When civilians realised

It was worthless wishing for their loved ones

To come home.

These are the boots

That have experienced it all.

The boots that fell before they could tell.

These are the boots

That came home,

Came home without an owner.

A Letter from Carrie’s War by Honey, 7AP

44 The High Street

Abercastle

Powys

Wales

25^th November 1939

Dear Hepsibah,

I hope you are well.  I’m ever so grateful for the goose.  It was absolutely splendid. Carrie and Nick loved seeing you, Albert and dear Mr. Johnny.  They loved the story and tea you gave them. I’m ever so sorry I couldn’t collect it myself.  I had an awful cold, you see, and Samuel wouldn’t tolerate me going.

As you know, the kids are marvellous. Carrie loves helping out in the shop with Nick; she’s always willing. Nick is rather audacious as he stole a biscuit from the shop but he’s little and you know boys, they get hungry. Carrie told me Albert was feeling unwell so I wish him well.

How is poor Dilys? Is she well? I am hoping to see her soon if Samuel allows me. I am so glad she has a carer as good as you. I’ll try to persuade Samuel but I doubt he will come.

I’m sorry I couldn’t see you and collect the goose but I’ll send the children back to Druid’s Bottom as they thoroughly enjoyed the last time.

With love

LouiseEvans