Blitz Poem by Lewis

Posted in Poetry, WW2

The Blitz

Families, children, and adults,

Waiting for the hell on Hitler’s making.

The silent pain has struck.

 

The bombers arrive in the crack of dawn,

The sirens howled and then Arp boomed over the roars of the planes,

 

Bombs howling as they incinerate the houses leaving skeletal remains,

Murderous, inferno, flames licking from house to house.

Asphyxiating smoke darkened the blood lit dawn.

By Lewis.

The Announcement of War by Lewis

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

Pain.  

The coal blazing in the background of the shameful, solemn words of Neville Chamberlain as he spoke the words “I am speaking to you from the Cabinet Room on 10 Downing Street…” Jimmy and Arthur sat on the cramp sofa in the living room while on the other side Patricia was biting her nails anxiously, beside the worrying mother who looked fine on the outside, but on the inside she was being torn apart. As the radio crackled away, outside Rebecca was playing with Rachel having fun but inside the house was pure pain “… we are now at war” Neville declared and then everyone stood up as the national anthem played everyone realised how bad this really was as they felt the sorrow and pain as the noise of the god save the queen played away. The men tugged there tank tops and straitened there ties and the girls neatened their dresses and they felt for others.       

Air Raid Precautions by Lewis

Posted in Writing we do at school, WW2

Air raid precautions

Be ready for an air raid

Be ready for a gas attack

Be ready to protect your home

Read this and you might survive the Blitz.

 

When the siren goes

Either go to a public shelter or go to your Anderson, or Morrison shelter at your home. If out and about there will be an ARP warden to direct you to the nearest public shelter. He will instruct you to walk swiftly and calmly to the nearest public shelter.

 

In the event of a gas attack

You must do the following:

  • Calmly put on your children’s gas mask
  • Then put on your own.

Proceed immediately to a public shelter and wait for the gas to clear before you return to your Anderson shelter and the safety of your home.

 

How to protect your home

You will need:

  • A door to barrack aid you windows.
  • Wooden beams to strengthen walls and
  • An Anderson or Morrison shelter to protect yourself from falling debris.

 

How to make your refuge room as safe as possible,

 

To make you refuge room as safe as possible, you must remove all the glass, and then tape up the windows to stop pieces of glass piercing your room.

A safe box or a Morrison shelter will stop falling debris hitting you, and it may also be used as a table to serve food.

Black out the windows so Nazis don’t see the light to aim at.

Use wooden beams to strengthen the walls from bomb blast, and make sure you safe room is near the garden because the dirt absorbs the blast of the bomb.

 

You may buy an Anderson or Morrison shelter at all great shops.

Price: £7

 

 

In conclusion you have a good chance of surviving the lighting war.

 

 

By Lewis.

 

 

 

 

 

My Christmas morning

Posted in Writing we do at school

It was a Christmas morning, when I woke up to the sweet song of the birds outside. I jumped out of bed, and raced down  the stairs to open my presants, but I fogot to wake my mum and dad so back up the stairs into there room wake up” Go back to bed”

“but muuuum”  she got up and came downstairs made breakfest then we opend are preasents and I got a virtial reality well two and man more

by lewis please leave a comment 🙂

Dear Mrs Bancroft by Lewis

Posted in Mrs Bancroft

Dear Mrs Bancroft,

You have done a lot for this school; some major, some small, but it still helped us. In lots of ways you have helped me and the school. You gave me support when I needed it with friendships.  You gave us the advantage to wear wellies on the field instead of school shoes and hundreds of other things. I will really miss you as will other people. I just can’t explain how dreadful it is that you’re leaving Constantine school.

Why I am sad:

  • You are the best head teacher I have ever had.
  • You helped me when I needed it.

I will miss your great skill, and how you arrange all these amazing things for us like ice-skating, going to the telegraph museum when we were in Kenwyn and going to Roskillys.