Heritage Poems 75 - Guernsey schools' poetry competition
This year, 2020, celebrates 75 years of liberation from the Occupation of the Nazis during World War two on the Island of Guernsey. A poetry competition was held asking Guernsey school students to write poems about the experience during Occupation and the joy of Liberation after 5 years (World War 2). Students from schools across the island talked to their grandparents and learnt about how it affected family members. They submitted poems which were judged by local sixth form students studying English. Online voting was used to identify an overall winner from the nine finalists. Students also had the opportunity to read out their poems on Radio Guernsey in the JKT show.
This year, 2020, celebrates 75 years of liberation from the Occupation of the Nazis during World War two on the Island of Guernsey. A poetry competition was held asking Guernsey school students to write poems about the experience during Occupation and the joy of Liberation after 5 years (World War 2). Students from schools across the island talked to their grandparents and learnt about how it affected family members. They submitted poems which were judged by local sixth form students studying English. Online voting was used to identify an overall winner from the nine finalists. Students also had the opportunity to read out their poems on Radio Guernsey in the JKT show.
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Finalist
Kill Annie Le Ray
The boat was rocking, my feet unstable,
My leather boots, too big.
All I wanted was my mother,
I had no choice we all had to go.
Smoke hung on the bomb ridden docks,
The stench of smoke was unbearable,
We marched down the road,
Fear etched on all faces,
Children crying and dead littered the road.
I wasn't to know what we had done,
What misery and pain we had caused,
Gunpowder stung my nose.
They rebelled, our signs turned,
V for Victory everywhere,
Officers screamed and shouted.
My job was to kill,
Who was caught,
I did not want to,
My heart would shatter,
As the trigger I pulled.
We took what wasn’t ours,
We stole and rationed those around,
We lived in splendour while others,
Struggled on the cold ground.
Guernsey had been demilitarised and declared...' an open town'"
by the UK government, 1940
Five years later,
My freedom was found,
We piled our guns,
A black pile of death on pain.
We were imprisoned in England,
Before we returned home.
Featuring the worst,
Dreading what I would find.
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