As part of the Centenary of the end of The Great War we have created a poppy installation which will act as a lasting reminder of those from our area who contributed to this war, and many who sadly lost their lives to it.
Please read this brilliant and emotive poem by Amber Y6
The Hell that Never Ends
The soldiers marched on, trudging like burdened men,
Bombs crashed and then,
Many, many lives were lost-
Suffering came to an end
Many, many wounds were infected-
Refusing to mend.
Mental scars will last a lifetime
Not dead, not alive, just trudging through slime
Unmoving men lay on the ground,
While others cowered down
In the trenches
Are they dead?
Lying in their bloody bed
Propaganda promised a week
Not something so inhumane, grotesque and bleak
A soldier muttered to his friend,
‘‘The starters of this war must desire
Blood, ammunition, and fire
The deaths of millions of innocent people
While we live only off the hope that this hell will end.’’