Author Archives: janethargreaves

Forest Description Casting light, ablaze, the opulent jewel shone under its shroud of clouds. Cascading, the rays of the beaming sun danced onto the fresh lime grass. The crooked branches, cut through, forming ribbons of light. Slowly, it wavered through the towers of wood, lightly illuminating the landscape. Towering, daunting, winding giants, with an amourContinue reading “A beautiful piece of descriptive writing by one of Mr Dalton’s Year 9s.”

What mourn and grieve for those who die unknown? – Only the countless reports of this rising pandemic. And yet only those who stay indoors May live to tell about this apocalyptic tale. No memories now for them; no prayers nor remembrance For only those who knew, may mourn to this day. Their lives taken,Continue reading “A thoughtful poem by a Year 8 student on the current crisis”

When will this end? Many risk their lives to try save others Stuck in our homes and unable to leave.  What will we do? How can we spend our time? How can we honour those helping? Drawing, clapping, listening to their strategies or helping their needs. Can we help them? Candles, prayers – whatever weContinue reading “Corona Virus Quarantine”

What deadly plague infests our land today? Choking the air out of our lungs. And the light out of our eyes. Only sweet Isolation can save you now. No distinction between you or them; no morality for who or when, just a deadly blue, snaking its way across your face. No wailing voice can saveContinue reading “Year 8 Poetry inspired by Wilfred Owen’s Anthem for Doomed Youth”

8 o’clock strikes; we step outside And cheer for the heroes saving our lives. Gloves on their hands, masks on their faces They accept all the risks that they could be facing Deserving the whole wide world, but in reality Not even a hug from their closest family What are they doing, choosing doom, WhileContinue reading “A Year 8 student in Mrs Hargreaves’ class has written a poem thanking the NHS”

What feeling does the families of passed loved ones feel? Only the suffocated body Only the aching organs Can understand how the loss of life begins. No hugs from families for them; no hope nor care Nor any tear of mourning save the life. The silent, unaware body of loved ones Hoping for love fromContinue reading “Year 8 students have been writing sonnets in the style of Wilfred Owen”

As the light struck through the sky, the music of the crashing waves intensified making every movement feel hazardous. The adrenaline building up inside of the murky waters spewed a thick mist into the air, carrying the screams of the captives beneath the waves, all being dragged along by its pure strength. The crowd ofContinue reading “Mrs Spedding’s Year 9s have been producing some lovely creative writing”

​I have a dream that one day our world and the people in it will finally realise that we are all here for a reason. Not for war, not for attacks, not even for arguments, but for living. We are one and we are equal and we must live our lives to the fullest toContinue reading “I have a dream – Year 9 RE students”

It was 6:00pm. 6 hours left before the end of the day. I caught a sight of the enormous serene-blue sky, enveloping the bustling city below in a sheet of blue like a canvas.  As evening raced ever closer, I saw the majestic, beautiful sun roaming the crystal-clear skies. It illuminated and it gave meContinue reading “A lovely piece of descriptive writing by one of Miss Mather’s Year 9s”