Our Class Poem

Yesterday, we returned to The Battle of the Somme. We imagined being at the battle, then used a zone of relevance diagram to sort which adjectives would be best to describe the experience.

Then, we worked with our house teams to write some lines of poetry about the battle. We especially tried to include Mrs Parrott's favourite poetic features; metaphors, similes, onomatopoeia, alliteration and repetition.

Next, we worked together to choose an order for the lines to go, to make a poem.

Finally, we broke the poem into verses and added the punctuation we needed. The last step was to add a title for our masterpiece!

Here is our final poem:

Running With Blood

Sharp-eyed soldiers,

The pain within trapped like a fly in a spider’s web,

My boots, my boots, they sink into the sucking mud,

The lice bite into your skin like a jaguar chomps into its prey,

Rats devouring flesh hungrily,

My feet tremble as I see people drunk with fatigue.

The bullet hunts me like I am its prey…

Several shocking shells were out to kill me.

BOOM, CRACK, CRASH go the frightening shells as shadows fall behind them,

Shrapnel flying through the sky, killing soldiers as they fly,

Shells more colossal than gigantic elephants,

Bullets as sharp as knives.

Dead mean dropping like autumn leaves,

Bang flash! Everything goes black.

Death comes to greet me like an old friend…

By St. Clare’s Class

Thursday 3^rd December 2015