Letters from the Trenches by 4WR

4WR have written these letter from the trenches, imagining what it would be like to be a soldier.

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Jessie

Jessie

Jake

Jake

Adventures Are The Pits by Erin, 4WR

I looked at the colourful ball pit in front of me.  My heart was pounding and I had butterflies in my tummy.  I took a deep breath, shut my eyes and jumped on the slide.  I screamed until my throat went hoarse.  I opened one eye, then the other.  I wasn't in a ball pit, I was at the bottom of a ball mountain.

I looked up and saw a small light coming from the dip where I had fallen.  Slowly, I started to climb.  Suddenly, my foot slipped but thankfully I still had grip with my hand and carried on.  There were all kinds of sweets stuck between the balls: chocolate bars, candy floss, giant Haribo rings and lollipops.  

As I climbed higher, my hands were ever so slightly moving the balls which let out a huge, sticky lollipop that landed on my face.  I finally got it off but I had let go.  I tried to grab onto something but I missed and I fell back down to the bottom.  "I will never come back here again," I said to myself. 

Alma by Ellie, 4WR

Alma

It was a cold winter day. All that could be heard were the squawks of birds flying above the rooftops of my village. I was walking in the frosty show when I walked past a strange shop.  I stopped to get a closer look at it.  The door was open so slowly, I walked inside.  The creak of the door sent a shiver down my back of my spine. The shelves were stacked with dolls. I started turning back for the door when, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a white-faced doll.  It looked like me.

My mind filled with questions so I turned around to grab it but I couldn't find it.  Soon after, I spotted it on the other side of the room.  "How did it get there?" I thought to myself.  My mind was pulling me back with fear but I just couldn't resist.  It was as if there were some magnetic force pulling us together so I reached up to grab it from the shelf when...

Hadrian's Wall Poems by 4WR

The good looking silver and red armour,

The golden dust of cracked rocks,

Why did I stay?

The brown bumpy leather of sandals,

The banging of silver metal armour,

Why did I stay?

Bailey and Bettie

Sweat cautiously dripping down my head,

Why am I here?

The cold armour pressing against my body,

The silk blue sky of Scotland,

The wind whistling through the gaps in the stone wall,

Why am I here?

Charlie and Joshua

In the distance my eyes froze on a tall, sharp mountain,

As I stood on the wall, there was the sound of footsteps approaching me,

As I held my shield, my hands started slipping off the handle,

The salty stones from Hadrian’s Wall tingled up my nose,

Why am I standing here?

Lauren and Meja

The cold stone bricks scratching my fingertips,

Shields flashing in the moonlight,

It’s not so bad!

The fresh night air drifting up my nose,

Ravens crying in the distance,

It’s not so bad!

Zak L and Marley S

Cold green grass,

Freezing cold shields,

Armour clanging together,

Sweat dripping down faces,

Why am I here?

Marley N and Barney

Sweaty bodies hard at work,

Leathery shields protecting me,

Fiery scarlet uniforms all around,

Clanking armour on Roman chests,

Why am I here?

Alex and Harrison

Multi-Sensory Cairo, 4WR

As I stepped off the dainty, blue feluka I gazed at the beautiful city in front of me. When I walked closer to the city the smell of smoke  got stronger and stronger. When I got to the middle of the city the sound of music filled my ears. I walked onwards then stopped and looked up-there above me were minarets sparkling in the sky like a bunch of fireflies dancing. Suddenly I heard a strange noise, I jumped and turned around, it was someone praying in Egyptian. It sounded like they were praying for food and animals. Then someone riding a donkey went past. He looked at me and stopped, he looked at me again, even closer, then left. I felt nervous and puzzled.
Eve 

As I stepped off the small, cramped feluka I saw young and old people wearing long, swishy robes. As I walked I noticed old people smoking and playing games. Excited and curious, I was eager to look around, to see what was different from England. I heard people haggling loudly. I saw the houses were different from England, they were narrow instead of being wide. I could smell spicy food being cooked and it smelt good. As I walked, people brushed gently past me. I saw people selling musty carpets.
Zara 


As I got off the tiny feluka, I gazed at the amazing buildings in the distance. I could hear the sound of beautiful music flowing through the narrow streets. As the people walked up the stairs, I could hear them talking and I didn’t understand them. The choking smoke from the shisha pipes all around me filled my nostrils and I felt sick. I felt scared, worried and anxious about being in this strange, beautiful city.
Charlie

As I carefully stepped off the small feluka, I saw a huge, colourful building ahead of me. I heard people shouting to pray in the mosque. When I was walking down the streets I saw men smoking  shisha pipes. I heard people speaking different languages, I was confused! I felt scared and excited at the same time as I touched the bumpy wall of the mosque. Suddenly, a noisy group of men brushed quickly past me and I wondered where they were going to in such a rush.
Alizay