Today is Remembrance Day. We read a story called “In Flanders Field” and learnt about why we wear poppies for Remembrance Day. Then we each looked at a poppy in a vase and did a botanical drawing of it, like scientists. We drew beautiful poppies and wrote beautiful poems to go with them. Lauren war [wore] her poppy skirt and brooch.
Another interesting fact, today is the eleventh of the eleventh of the two thousand and eleven How many elevens? There are three elevens.
(written by Romy and Gareth)
Here are some of the poems we wrote:
Poppies look pretty.
Their stem is furry.
Its bud is like an elf hat.
I feel sorry, blue, happy.
And sad, because many soldiers died.
Poppies in Flanders Fields.
By Mia
As you hear the bombs fire, the poppies droop.
As they droop the ashes fall like rain that hasn’t fallen in years.
People drop down to feel the sadness through the past years.
In the end one man will stand.
By Sunita
In the memory of a dead soldier, poppies lie.
I feel sad and happy at the same time.
They sometimes grow in the wild.
They grow in unexpected places as well.
Poppies in Flanders Fields.
By Gareth
Like a soul in heaven
In a land of devils,
Where a man lied dead,
In a field of poppies,
On Christmas day.
By Daniel
The violent fields,
The men's red blood,
The red poppies like rubies.
By Clarrie
Poppies in Flanders Field’s
Red, scarlet, crimson.
Delicate petals.
I feel sad, my great grandpa dead.
Violent war, poppies in Flanders Fields
By Romy
In this violent land,
A man lying dead.
And a poppy, waiting.
By Josh
