With Remembrance Day coming up, we had a discussion in class about why we wear poppies. How will you interpret this week’s prompt? Don’t forget you can write a report, poem, narrative or diary entry!
With Remembrance Day coming up, we had a discussion in class about why we wear poppies. How will you interpret this week’s prompt? Don’t forget you can write a report, poem, narrative or diary entry!
On the first day of July, 1916, corporal James Begley surveyed the open poppie field. It was a mess. Uprooted, blackened, shriveled trees stood there, the resemblance of war. He had been shot at, almost blown up quite a few times, but yet he was still here. And so were the poppies. He knew the German shells would not take kindly or these pretty plants. They wouldn’t70 take kindly one anyone really, apart from the soldiers in the German barracks.One less soul to take with your gun.
The sound of gunfire reached his ears.Time to fight.
The blood red poppies are swaying in the field, just about clinging on to the ground with the wind’s power against them. Not a single poppy is the same as another with different memories of each we left behind. Even though there aren’t any words on the flowers, I can feel my ansestors speaking to me, telling me not to cry. I look around and suddenly there are all the people who weren’t as fortunate as me staring directly at the poppies, not able to take their eyes of them if you begged them to. I knew it was true…
Poppies swayed in the harsh breeze as nearby gunshots and bombs rung out in the air. As the war raged in France destroying all it got its hands on. This war started over a silly sandwich. And it had killed over 100 million people from England, France and many other countries. Horses, pigeons and dogs it had also killed. Only the injured and the strong remained in this harsh environment. But the poppies of the fields remain. Their petals stained with blood from the dead and dying, from the animals used in war. Still red to this day, living on.
“Miss,how many people died in WW1?” Luke asked.
“Around 15 million people,” Miss Shirley answered. That’s a lot of people, Luke thought. Luke was on a school trip with his class at Flanders Fields, a battlefield during WW1. There were poppies everywhere and Luke had trouble not stepping on them.Then, he heard a faint voice. Luke had trouble hearing it but he eventually heard it.
“How dare you step on the tomb of men who fought bravely for their country?”
Then, in the blink of an eye, a poppie grew enormous and ate Luke and his class alive.
In Flanders fields poppy grow row on row. Remembering the dead who saved us row on row poppys grow as all take a vowl of silence.Thinking about the people who fought for us. Row on row as poppys grow we will remember the ww1 . Placing are poppys row on to remember the people who go injured and killed so are nation will be safe. Row on row as poppys grow, we will never have ww1 again.
The poppies droop over the stoop, the hawks fly over the sky and the poppies also grasp the grave. But the dead army we could not save. The air fills the sky and the sky filled the air. It’s not fair. Oh why thy had to die. The poppies couldn’t save them but they changed are lives forever.
P eace bringing flora
O riginal and colourful flowers
P lants that fill the field
P oppies pray for the army’s life.
I ntelligent plants brighten the world
E legant petals bring up the grass
S tunningly intertwining graves
#Always keep poppies in our lives
Life keeps on changing and it will never stop changing but something that will never change Is poppies. Poppies are bright and noticeable flowers they are special; they represent world war I and II. There are 4 types of poppies, the red one the white one the black one and the purple one. The white poppy is a symbol of peace the black poppy represents the black people who died, and the purple poppy represents the animals that died. Poppies are almost everywhere they have become so popular around the world that now people made badges to where for themselves.
I see the blood red plants rise from the surface. Poppies. Who knew a gorgeous flower could be so important. A red poppy, the symbol for the war and many deaths. So many deaths but why? The field was red with tiny specs of green they grew between the crosses that held the dead, gone but remembered. Millions of lives lost for our generation. All those lives on the ground but still the poppies grew. When its eleven o clock silence falls, we imagine how it was like in the war. That red poppy on my chest Iook at it and I feel blue and grateful.
In Flanders field the poppies grow.
Their sprouts coming up from below.
Now the leaves grow and grow, to make a beautiful poppy.
Still the poppy is growing, flowing whilst it’s snowing.
Now the red petals and black bud take their shape upon us.
A truce is called in Flanders, to end World War One.
So now to show our gratitude we all wear a poppy
And on the eleventh day of November to show our peace and love, we sit in silence to remember all who died for us.
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow, in Flanders field.
Wind whistle, breathing stop
Swish blow, gun pop
Face drop, tears roll
Heart stop, heart hole,
Poppies will blow and blow
They hide, they stop
Silence of flowers
That lay in the rows
The ruby petals will glow
Faster breeze, clouds pop
Pick up the pace
Redness dancing in the dark
Screeching, screaming, flashing light
Spinning and rolling in rows
Blood light, calms down
Even though you can hear the sound
They dance the fields
Until day begins to show
Poppies take the graves of stone
Roses are red, violets are blue
Poppies are the ones that lie beneath you.
We crouch. Dusk has fallen upon us and our breath is shallow as we wait for a command, anything to take our minds off our loved ones. A man, whom I don’t know lights a cigar and lets out a puff – smoke follows.
Suddenly a command is being shouted and immediately I am all ears. “OUT TO NO MAN’S LAND, MEN!” I hear. Why did he have to say that – anything but that. Then we have to begin trudging, praying that this won’t be the end.
My buddy is next to me and we exchange a sharp glance and we carry on. Suddenly there’s a crash and someone shouts “duck!” but as I do my friend collapses behind me.
I just have to fight back tears and move on …