Shared Story with David St School

Personification

The Old Place

The wallpaper slowly peeled itself apart,

As the chair reads newspaper with a broken heart.

It's mean old owners left it to rot,

So it never moves just sits on the spot.

The room full of holes has lost's strength,

As it has aged a great big length.

The street outside laughs at the poor old room,

As it wishes itself was young and bloom.

However hard the grey room tries,

It will never stop as it slowly dies.

Links to Learning - Model of Writing I used

Air raid shelters, damp and black  Bombs exploding, back to back Children crying, adults too “Down the cellar – after you" Evacuees on the train Farewells said in pouring rain Gone to live in some strange place Hoping for a friendly face.

			In the city, parents wait Just to hear of their child’s fate Knowing that they have arrived Leaves them thankful they’ve survived Memories now not theirs to make No hugs or kisses; birthday cake. Only painful loss is theirs Parting sorrow, daily prayers.

	Quick to jar them from their pity: Raids repeating on the city. Sirens screeching, chaos calls, Thunderous noise as buildings fall. Underground : imaginations, Violent earth reverberations. Why oh Why? Despair abounds. eXit all, as fear resounds…..

Yesterday for now is gone Zeal for life and peace lives on.

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