Hartlepool Mail - World War 1 Poetry Competition
Poems that were entered into the competition
Rebecca Scott age 16
Run! Run! as fast as you can,
Away from the noise, the racket, the bang.
Run from the houses that fall and blunder,
Attacking the ground with a crash of thunder.
Run from the soldiers with their marching orders,
Shouting as they come towards us,
Guns raised in a violent hurry,
On your marks, get set, are you ready?
Run from the glass that cracks and shatters,
Like our souls left in tatters.
The wailing, the crying, the whistling, the crying,
Is this it? Are we slowly dying?
Run from the smoke, that engulfs our light,
As we strive on with this growing fight.
Run from the soot,
As the bullets continue to slice and cut.
Keep running, keep running,
Try not to fall over,
Don't worry one day it will all be over.
One day we will stop running
And raise the flag of truth,
For King, for country, to victory
Never Forgotten by Dana Johnstone age 15
Solemn faces in the street
Of people we'll never get to meet
Parents force their children along
Contemplating what has gone wrong
For now we're at the for front of war
As these soldiers protect our defenceless shore
Shells cross the skies like a shooting star
Children find war bizarre
For years now there may be no safe ground
Until our heroes are home bound
One day these painful days will just be a blur
Forever we will have stories to share
Lest we forget the heroes of which we are forever in debt
On That Grass .... by Vicky Lee age 17
It was an area to be loved,
Where children would play,
Filled with flowers of blue, red and white,
That grew in the sunlight of May.
Each year as winter came,
The grass would be covered in snow,
As children bounced on frozen blades,
Smiling their cheeks would glow.
Yet in one single second,
The white turned into black and smiles reversed,
As children sat traumatised on the green,
Crying as soldiers were nursed.
So 100 years to the day,
We think of those children on that lawn,
Celebrate the morality through the war,
Embracing their achievement as we mourn.
The 1914 Hartlepool Bombardment by Holly Bate age 11
My lungs are filled with smoke
And my eyes are starting to water.
I shout but no-one hears me,
No- one can take the pain away.
My ears can only faintly hear the cries now,
As my heartbeat drowns out all the other sounds,
Because I don't know what to do,
I just stumble over bodies, only ever going forward.
Suddenly I am being carried away from danger,
I'm in the arms of a local fisherman
He is injured but he does not seem to have noticed,
As he is smiling at me from his bright, old eyes.
And that was the last thing I saw,
Survival was close yet miles away.