Who could forget that night of death?
Who could hear the fiery breath?
Who could forget that night of pain?
That drifted off in pouring rain.
We shall not forget the soldiers that were killed,
But the bombed out church we shall not rebuild,
We shall not forget as we look the land,
There once was a man who was fine and grand.
Even god’s house is not safe from the gun,
Bombs fired on the setting of the sun,
Let him send over his planes,
That were brought by that man’s twisted brain.
The Blitz began, lights went out,
Not a peep or a shout.
Homes were shattered,
Evacuees wished for the war to be over,
When past flew a lucky four – leaf clover.
Bombs exploding, down came the rain,
“Ahh!” shouted a lady in pain .
Looking for a safe place to hide,
‘Bang!’ the gun cried.
In bomb shelters people wait,
As bombs screeched in hate.
Thunderous noises as buildings fall,
No harm said Hitler to St. George’s Hall.
Zeal for life, peace live on,
Happiness all around, the war is GONE.
When wars begin people always cheer. The courageous went off to fight for brave Britain. Delightfully, Lily and her lovely, kind big sister joined the chaotic, squished crowd and waved them good bye. A loud, marching band played as the British soldiers went off to fight. Everyone cheered and the kind, strong mayor made an amazing speech.
There were celebrations, songs and old men shouting advice to the young soldiers. Lily was shivering violently with excitement, but her big sister said it was too cold, winter was coming.
As the evening approached, Lily went sleep early, A few hours later, Lily and her big sister woke up to a loud siren. They ran and closed all the curtains and windows. They held each other tightly but Lily did not shed a tear for she knew she had to be brave for her sister.
The next day, her big sister said “you are going on a trip”. Suddenly, they arrived at the train station. When Lily turned around to ask her sister where she was going but…. She was not there.
A few hours later, she arrived in Wales were she would be picked by a new family. She went home and Lily loved it there, she never wanted to leave.
A few weeks later, Lily got a letter saying that her sister was dead. Lily couldn’t breathe for the sadness in her heart.
When Lily heard her sister was dead she had to move on with her life but at least she had a lovely new family.
When wars begin, people often cheer the brave, heroic men, from the city of Liverpool, went off to fight for powerful, impressive England. Inquisitively, Lucy and her kind, caring mother joined the chaotic crowds and waved them goodbye. A marching band played, everyone cheered, and the stunning Queen of Liverpool made an amazing speech to the soldiers.
There were jokes and song; and Lucy shouted advice to her brave dad. Lucy was shivering violently with excitement, but her mother said winter was coming.
Then, there were colossal lorries grinding through the narrow streets, day and night. The fearless soldiers in the colossal tanks sang songs. Bravely, they smiled and playfully winked at the children, as if the was old friends. The children always waved back.
Lucy often went shopping for her mother. There were long queues outside the shops, but no-one grumbled. Everyone knew that food was needed for the soldiers who were always hungry.
Many things did not change at all. Lucy still played with her delightful friends. She did her homework and went to school bright an early in the morning, with her lunch in her satchel. And when school was over, she walked her favourite way home along the river. At home her mother was always waiting for her with a hot drink.
One cold, frosty evening, Lucy was sleeping soundly until a piercing siren woke her up. Lucy jumped out of her cosy bed and ran down stairs. Her mum was waiting for her with a flask of hot tea and sandwiches. As they ran to the shelter, they could hear the terrifying sound of the German aircraft land around them .All night, Lucy could not stop shaking and crying.
The next day, Lucy’s mum was extremely quiet. Lucy’s mum told Lucy they were going on an exciting adventure. Lucy and her mum walked hand and hand to lime street station. Excitedly, Lucy jumped onto the train. She saw lots of pale faces, pale, miserable faces of children like her. She turned around and her mother was gone. She frantically sprinted to the window. She saw mother crying and waving goodbye. Nervously, she stepped up and asked the tall lady where they were going. The lady simply replied “Wales”. She handed Lucy a suitcase and put a label on her jacket, as if she was a parcel in the post.
After a long ride, Lucy got paired up with a girl called Libby. They was a tall lady standing waiting for Lucy and Libby. She seemed really friendly and kind. They all walked down a long winding road and eventually arrived at an old farm house. The kind lady is called Rose and she took Lucy and Libby to the bedroom that they were going to be sharing till the end of the horrific war. Rose had baked them a delicious cake to make them feel welcome.
Lucy and Libby spent many months on the farm. They helped feed the animals and collected fruit in big baskets. Although, they enjoyed their tome on the farm, Lucy prayed every night that the war would be over so that she could be reunited with her family.
As the months went by, winter turned to spring. There was an explosion of colour as the beautiful flowers started to grow and the amazing sound of the new born lambs. One morning, Lucy opened her eyes the sun was shining through the window. Surprizing, she thought she heard her Mothers voice; she flew like the wind down the stairs and saw the lovely face of her mother.
After, an emotional farewell, Lucy and her mother walked to the train station. The journey home was much happier than the trip to Wales. When they arrived at Lime street station the biggest surprise was to come. There standing in full uniform was Lucy’s Dad; he was home safe and sound. Lucy ran and threw her arms around her dad.
A few days later, Lucy and her family joined up with family, friends and neighbours to celebrate the victory and the end of the war. They had a magnificent street party. With lots of food, drinks, singing, music and dancing everyone was so happy that the war was over.