by Ron Barton
Although the first time I came over I cried,
I was just so scared, the tears soon dried.
I used to see you everyday,
We used to pretend we were horses, and shout out ‘neigh!’
Its pretty embarrassing if you ask me,
And although it was great, I’m sure you’d agree.
But then I had to leave for this sunny land,
I didn’t want to leave you; you were like my right hand.
Every night the tears came flooding,
But really it was the start of a new chapter budding.
Even now you’re seventeen,
And half the world is in-between.
You’re still my best friend.
Right until the very end.
Kate Lawrence
Ballad of the trench men
A boy, only 17
Sent to fight another man’s fight
With other boys, from 16 to 19
All sent to pave to way for other soldiers, to ignite the light
A year on, the boy is still alive
Hiding in a dugout in the side of a ditch
The only way he survives
Is to hide away
Finally the day came
When the bullets and shelling all stopped
When the hope the enemy became lame
Was no longer in the back of your head
The last flag fall
The last attempt
Wasn’t a fight at all
It was a game of football
Luke Norman
Recipe for boredom
Utensils: School, Teachers, Pencils, Paper, Workbooks
Ingredients: Maths, Science, English, SoSe, Student
Method:
1- Place the teachers in the school, and give them each a workbook.
2- Mix Maths, Science, English and SoSe in the school, and leave it to set over the period of a day
3- Separately add the Pencils and the Paper to the Student
4- Pour the Student mix into the School mix, and leave it for 12-14 years.
5- When the Student absorbs all the other ingredients, and turn a nice 18 colour, your boredom will be complete.
6- Serve to college with a side of study.
Seth Hayworth