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NewsRemembrance Day at Sion School |
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In the weeks leading up to Remembrance Day, students and staff were asked to submit photos of local war memorials, or to write a poem on the subject of remembrance. Enough entries were received to fill eight display panels, which were exhibited in the school's entrance foyer. Poppies were on sale in the school every break and lunch time. A model of The Cenotaph along with posters advertising the importance of the on-going work of the Royal British Legion were also on display. Head of History, Peter Baker, the project organiser said: "Each one of the 50 photos and 80 poems submitted says something about how our students as individuals remember what they are too young ever to have forgotten. This is really important, because they are the future custodians of Remembrance. They will decide how and why Remembrance Day will continue in a new century and whether it may change to satisfy the needs of their generation, one separated entirely from the First World War and, increasingly, the Second World War, too." The quality of the poetry submitted was outstanding, exploring a variety of emotions movingly and with great sensitivity. All of them were of a very high standard; collectively, they showed that young people really do care. The judges had a very hard task but finally chose a winner. The winning poem was the one that was felt to convey best the idea of remembrance, as well as being a superb piece of creative writing. The winner was Elle Church in Year 8 and has the simple title, "Remember Me." ![]() |
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'Remember Me' by Elle Church. (Year 8) Remember me. When the war started I was only nineteen, I left for France so young and so keen. Remember me. Just a few weeks of training, It seemed like good fun, But it didn't prepare me for what was to come. Remember me. I got to the trenches, And by the end of day five, Half of my unit were no longer alive. Remember me. The mud, the shelling, the deaths and the noise, Is no way of life when you're no more than boys. Remember me. One Sunday morning, At half past three An explosion saw the end of me. My life was short, just twenty years, But there's really no need for the shedding of tears. Please, just remember me. |
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