Two students from Skegness Grammar School have been commended for their entries for the David Ross Education Trust’s Remembrance Day poetry competition.
Marking the bravery of our armed forces, students at Skegness Grammar School have been putting their thoughts into poetry, while learning more about why Remembrance is such an important part of British life, our culture and heritage.
Sophie, a Key Stage 4 student, won first prize for her age group with her poem ‘Wounds,’ which recalled the memories and scars of those who have fought in wars and survived. William Jacobs gained second place in the Key Stage 3 category, with ‘War Poem’.
Amanda Black, associate deputy headteacher at Skegness Grammar School, said: “It is so important for our students to understand the significance of Remembrance Day, and the sacrifices that many millions of men and women have made for our country.
“The students have put great thought into how their words can honour the memory of every single soldier and we would like to congratulate Sophie and William for their achievements.”
To view Sophie’s poem recited by Millie Ward visit https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWceo5yqyhA
The David Ross Education Trust will be listing the winners and some of the poetry on their website to mark Remembrance Day this week.
Wounds, by Sophie, Skegness Grammar School,
It has been said time heals all wounds,
One hopes that they will soon become a memory,
After this day the forgetting is resumed,
For everyone but those whose thoughts are always consumed.
As I look across the land the flashbacks begin,
Reminding me of the years away from my kin,
The red buds blur as my vision clouds over.
When the feelings are too hard to hide.
The echoes of terrified shouts ring in my ears,
The sound reminds me of my darkest fears,
Sounds which I’d hoped to forget,
But they still haunt me both awake and asleep.
My hands tremble and my lip quivers,
The wind blows as my whole body shivers,
Not once have I been ready to return before now,
As the thick air drowns me in grief.
My thoughts filmed with the eager faces of young boys,
All of them looking both perfect and pose,
Not knowing what lies beyond the safety of home,
And all they will lose and never again see.
Marching men like clockwork toys,
Acting like men but in their heart just boys,
All identical like twins but different in their story,
A story never to be heard again.
I stand alone in a red sea of poppies,
Much like the soldiers and their copies,
I could never remember the men I fought with,
Strangers and my brothers in one.
At the end of the war I was still whole,
A survivor, but I do not find myself worthy of that role,
It means I didn’t try hard enough, I just watched it unfold around me,
At least that’s what I’ve been told.
I do not agree that time heals all wounds,
The wounds will always remain,
In time, the pain begins to lesson,
But it is never gone.
War Poem, by William Jacobs, Skegness Grammar School
Humans, a species apparently smart,
The creators of science, of fiction and art,
Of religion, politics, government, law,
But also of greed, and hatred, and war.
How don’t we see this is so ironic?
Our bloodlust and greed is borderline chronic,
We’re supposed to be clever, yet we are so willing,
To design machines made solely for killing.
In the early days of man, we clasped our hands together,
Yet now our hearts and foes just change like the weather,
As our brains advanced, how did we gain so much greed?
What was the real meaning for world war to proceed?
We’re race packed with just eggheads and brainiacs,
And yet slight disturbances turn us into maniacs,
What has really changed in our millions of years,
When all we have to show is more deaths and more tears.
Of all the creatures on earth, how many more,
Tear themselves apart in the name of war,
Are cannons and swords what set us apart?
Not science? Not fiction? Not writing? Not art?