On Monday 9th November, Mr Huntington, a former teacher at Scissett Middle School, returned to school to lead an assembly on the theme of Remembrance. He recounted his father’s experiences in World War Two, charting his journey from England to India and on to Burma. Fortunately, Private Edward Huntington survived and wrote a series a poems reflecting on this dramatic period of his life.
Inspired by his story, the pupils in 6MR/PB and 7JO wrote some poems of their own. Entitled, ‘A Poppy’ several of the poems are displayed in the entrance hall, whilst the remainder are displayed in Mrs Baxter’s office.
The petals are deep red
Yet as delicate as a feather
They remind me of the blood from the lost soldiers
The centre is empty and intense
It reminds me of a lost soul trying to find happiness
To me the poppy signifies courage and determination
The petals are a deep blood red and silky smooth
They remind me of soldiers lives being cut off by grenades and guns.
The centre represents the black empty souls of the murderers
It reminds me of death, emptiness and sorrow
To me, the poppy signifies the brave souls that gave their lives
for our freedom
The petals of the poppy are blood shot red yet so soft and silky,
The petals remind me of the blood lost by the thousands of soldiers,
The centre of the poppy is sorrow and black as a stormy night,
This reminds me of a nightmare they will never wake up from,
To me a single poppy reminds me of hope and the soldiers that lost their life for us.
We Will Remember
The petals are rose red and soft.
They remind me of people who gave their life for us.
The centre is shadowy and mysterious.
It reminds me of the death of my great, great, great Uncle Peter who was one of the people who died in WW1.
To me, the poppy reminds us to never be afraid and to cherish the memories of the soldiers.
You will be remembered.
The petals are vibrant yet soft and fragile.
They remind me of the resilience of death.
The centre is an empty abyss of sorrow and fear.
It reminds me of an intense silhouette of war.
To me, the poppy signifies hope and the courage of the soldiers.
The petals are delicate and rose red
They remind me of the resilience of the soldiers
The centre is sorrow and death
It reminds me of the heart breaking war
To me the poppy signifies bravery.
The petals are vibrant and delicate.
They remind me of all the people who died for our freedom.
The centre signifies determination and darkness.
It reminds me of a dark abyss filled with death.
To me the poppy signifies courage and bravery.
The petals are vibrant red and fiery
They remind me of the blood and injuries of the war
The centre is dark and full of emptiness
It reminds me of the trenches-horrible, cold, damp and full of brave men’s souls
To me the poppy signifies the consequences of war
The petals are vibrant and silky,
They remind me of the blood and bravery of the soldiers,
The centre is dark and empty, nothing to be seen,
It reminds me of fear and death,
To me, the poppy signifies the determination of the soldiers who risked and lost their lives for us today.
To me, a poppy resembles courage yet fear,
To me, the centre is like a hole which has been descending for years,
To me, it is like people’s lives being taken to the grave,
But also people’s lives being saved.
Nobody realises how hard it must be to leave your home,
Especially when the future of your life is unknown,
It must be awful to think that you might not come home
Even when you know that you’re not alone.
Please don’t disbelieve that we will make it out,
Because it doesn't help the brave if your thoughts are full of doubt,
I hope that you are gracious and say:
“I WON’T GIVE UP ON THEM WHILST THE POPPIES LAY”
The petals are blood red and soft. They remind me of the blood of thousands of men.
The centre is black and empty. It reminds me of a nightmare that never ends.
To me, the poppy signifies the people who gave their lives for us.
The petals are blood red and silky smooth.
They remind me of the blood that was shed.
The centre is like a deep abyss, a never ending hole of
death. It reminds me of all the lost souls.
To me the poppy signifies ever lasting memories
The petals are a vibrant blood red,
Yet so soft and delicate,
They remind me of their lives,
That they would give for the country,
The centre is dark and mysterious,
Like silhouettes in the distance,
It reminds me of the nightmares,
They won’t ever wake up from,
To me the poppy signifies the determination,
And the courage of the soldiers when they were leaving home