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My 13 year old grandson's school class was called upon recently to write a poem. Knowing him all these years and his current dedication to playing his drum-set, so wasn't expecting Matty to do very well. I was very wrong and pleasantly surprised at his effort! It was the subject matter that surprised me the most.
His mother then told me that his poem had been judged and accepted and will be published in a book to be called “Express yourself – Southern Poets” – which is due to be released on 31st Aug 2012. She enclosed a copy of his poem which I post here for your perusal and opinion. I have Matty's permission to do this, by the way! :) TC.
World War One
1913, it is lovely and sunny here Sipping on my cold beer Walking through the lush green park Listening to the neighbour’s dog bark. Suddenly! Sirens go For what reason I do not know “We’re going to war,” the man says Every single one stays.
1914, the start of war All of us sent by law For what I’m going to see, I do not know None of us want to go! “Over the wall,” the sergeant says All of us load our guns just in case This is my first day in battle Having to hide behind dead cattle It is now the end of the day Friends talk but I have nothing to say Friends in bags Their clothes just muddy rags
1919, the war is long over But do you think I’m happy? For what I have seen there is no reason to be happy! Battlefields like the Devil’s playground Men mindless and in shock Do I feel happy? The answer is no I will never be the same For all war is a foolish game.
TopCat®, That is a surprising and eloquent poem from your grandson. Duly proud of him and a little in awe - amazing empathy and understanding of subject matter.
Thank you,lotvic, for the kind words. I'm sure he will appreciate them when I tell him.
Yes, the subject matter in the poem took us all by surprise. On reflection though, he is a deep thinking lad who is well liked by his school and all his friends. His good manners too are above reproach. I have been having some intelligent conversations with him recently, mainly about what he is aiming for in life, regarding a profession. He is unsure at the moment which at his age is naturally understandable.
Being an ex-serviceman myself, I did seek any interest in the forces, but his poem tells me that war and its horrible consequences would never inspire him to join the ranks. We will see what develops in the future and his parents and I will give him guidance as best we can on his eventual career decision. TC.
Hi TopCat®. He obviously has come from good stock. His good manners and keen brain are a credit to yours and his parents guidance. A young man who you'll be proud of and will continue to be so in his future.
Thank God there are still some families that know how to talk and involve their children, and not just stick them in front of the TV.
Your post made my day.
Speaking for myself, Breitling, such guidance as I gave my grandson stems from my own parents love and affection in bringing all six siblings up the right way. None of us ever let them down.
I'm a firm believer that most of a child's character is formed within its first five years of life. Sensible and responsible parenting and good guidance from the start will set the children on the right course in life.
Glad I was able to make your day! :) TC.
I have always considered poetry as boring in the main,but occasionally I read some poems that affect me in some way,laughter,tears or whatever.That poem provoked a response from me(I think it's brilliant,especially from someone so young about an event so long ago)such that I was meandering through the iPlayer listings & spotted a program about a poet I'd never heard of,a John Cooper Clarke.This program(still available on iPlayer)has changed my opinion of poetry,instead of believing it was all "I wandered lonely as a cloud"(yawn)this mans poetry is funny,gritty and not for those of a delicate nature(easily offended)I will now spend my spare time over the next few days researching poets and see if there are many more of Clarkes calibre.
You need to check out Linton Kwesi Johnson. I bought many JCC recording 20-30 years ago and LKJ was the other poet of the day. A very down to earth Reggae/dub style. As a good introduction to his work try youtube for Inglan is a bitch.
Quite a lot of LKJ's poetry is a close to the edge but this one has a bit of humour. (You might need a translater though)
Here's the first poem I have ever written:-
It's called MORSE ODE
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