Winning entries from 2014

MPCT learners submitted a poem to mark remembrance day and these are a collection of the winning poems from each centre.
Your Resting Place

Miss Chinnock

We think of you in silence,
We often speak your names.
But all we have are our memories,
And your pictures in frames.

Your resting places we visit
And put flowers there with care.
But no one knows the heartache,
As we turn and leave you there.

Thank you to your kind hearted souls,
For everything you’ve done.
Not sleeping on late night patrols,
Staying wide awake till sun.
If it wasn’t for you that saved us,
We would be long gone.
Slaving away for someone,
Through dusk and day till dawn.

Our hearts and thoughts go out to those,
Who lived through your life and death.
We’re here today to help them through,
With each and every breath.

You will continue to stay in our minds,
Until it is our end.
Through each and every moment,
When we ourselves ascend.



Miss Edwards

The cold damp air makes their cheeks red and sore;
They don’t want to see what they see anymore.

Dirt knee high and dark skies above them,
Mud and water cold below them.

It’s only just started, it feels like years,
So many young men and so many tears.

They fight and they die, just for you,
So until next time, I bid you adjour!


Miss Furey

1914 28th of July,
A global war started where 9 million would die.
An Austro-Hungarian fired the first round,
This started the domino effect of soldiers hitting the ground. 

The Russians worked through Germany, Belgium, France,
Leading Britain to declare war on Germany without a second glance.
Europe engulfed by the smoke from the guns,
Bodies were shipped home to awaiting loved ones. 

The Russian government collapsed in 1917,
They dropped out of war, enough fighting they had seen. 

The Great War went on for 4 long years,
Many did not return and families shed tears.
Wives were now widows: children without dads,
The ultimate sacrifice made by those that had. 

November 1918 the war came to an end,
No more death, no more tragedy, we don’t need to defend.
We remember the fallen, always in our mind,
2 minutes silence for the veterans deaf and blind.


Mr Giltinan

A family is crying knowing that their son is dying on the battle field where the guns are shooting and bullets are flying.
People shouting getting excited, but one is lost and no one in sight,
Just a light where he can’t sleep at night.
All gone the dust passes my friend on the floor, and I drop to my knees now and I know now where my heart is.
A bomb goes off limbs flying the battlefield is silent,
The floor shakes as the tanks move and the ground brakes,
The sound of thunder as I’m trembling in the gutter,
Nowhere to live just a shelter with no mother,
Left to fend for himself with no money or food,
All he wants is a house with one room,
Just a hard floor to sleep on the battle field,
No pillow just his hand to lay on,
As his mind play tricks on him,
As he closes his eyes he jumps,
He sees his mate in his dreams,
Talks to him but no sound comes out,
Just a whisper of the bullet that blows his insides out.


Mr Godbold

What is the most a man can give, to go to war so that we could live?
What on earth is a man to do, if he knows not where he is to go?
Making footsteps in the snow, the advance to battle is slow.

Why does a man hold the enemy at bay, for such a meagre pay?
Is it because he must stay, In order to return home one day?

What if war is as simple as a game of chess? Let’s ask the man with a hole in his chest.
Four long years they bore such stress, leaving their minds in such a mess.
Who could predict the horrors they would find, would these memories ever escape their minds?
A trauma that runs so deep, constantly haunting each man’s sleep.

Who knows the truth to any question, of the many that arose since the great wars inception.  All we can say for sure, is that death has no cure.

How many men tried, to the point that they cried, martyrs died, heroes survived.  Has anything really commutated, since the Great War concluded?

Gone are the boot prints on no man’s land, but many still show in Afghan sand. Can we truly celebrate victory in war, when we all know there will be more?

How many men will duty send, before it is the real end?
When they say the war has ended, they forget there are men, minds, souls to be mended…

World War One

Mr Lloyd-Jones

 We are going to war,
We are going to defend our country.
The trenches are really horrible,
The trenches are really bad. 

Because they said it was only going to be a couple of months,
People are disappearing every week,
People are dying every day. 

I don’t know how long I’m going to last in this battle
Because every bullet is going past my head like a miniature rocket.
Every time my life is flashing before my eyes, every day so I can remember my childhood.
I wish I was at home right now, because I could help my mum to everything she needed. 

I write this to you mum, to let you know that I won’t be coming home and to tell you that I want to die a hero. I want to die for my country and my family.


Mr Pritchard

I dropped to my knees
Looked up to the sky and started to cry.
News reached my ears about a fallen brother,
A man I once called my dear friend
Is no longer alive,
He gave up is life
So others would survive 

A man without flaws
Deserves a round of applause,
We’ve lost a good man
Who shall never be forgotten.

While I still fight
I’ll honour my fallen brother,
With you watching from above
I shall not be afraid.
And at the end of the day
I’ll come to where you lay
I salute you.

When I Had Fallen

Miss Ramsey

I started feeling scared,
And felt shy,
Days passed and I got stronger,
I felt like a soldier. 

We would start at the brake of dawn,
And finish at the dusk of night,
Days passed and I improved,
I felt like a soldier. 

But the higher you are the harder you fall,
And I have never fallen so hard,
My pain was strong but my faith was stronger,
I still felt like a soldier. 

I started to climb to the top again,
But never felt so low,
But I was making the climb,
I felt like a soldier.  

I have made it to the top,
And will stay at the top,
I have improved and now on training,
I did feel like a soldier. 

But now I am a soldier.

I never thought I’d feel so low,
But now I know you’ve got to go. 

I often sit and cry and it always made me wonder why. 

I know it was time for you to fight,
But never thought I’d see you wearing white. 

I know your tears have dried,
But you are now flying high.

Keeping Their Memory Alive

Miss Saunders

Keeping their memory alive
In a hope that they will survive.
They bravely fight wars
and these wars cause
Young men showing emotion
In the mist of all the commotion.

Another man has been lost;
At what cost?
Poppies grow in the fields you know,
To respect and remember
These brave souls in November.


Mr Smith

I’m respecting every single British solider with their heads held up high; guns pointing to the sky, realising that your friend has just died.  Then I look to my right saw my brother’s eye, he didn’t blink, I didn’t think.   

Went running, sinking in mud, hands filled with blood.   I wish he could just resurrect from the dead, but I look to my right instead.  Thought I could see his body once again, it must be pretend!  But it’s sitting on my mind once again; you could die in a blink of an eye.   Going to see grenades falling from the sky, artillery’s going to be shooting up in the sky; I’m not high.   Reload the Springfield, Headshot, he’s just died. 

I’ll get that guy straight in the head.  I looked in the sky and said, “that’s for you bro you might be dead, but I’m getting everybody in my sight instead”.   This, a beat going from my head to the feet, you know us British we don’t take no defeat.  We’re the hardest when it comes to motivation on our feet; we are stuck on this beach.

Knees in blood it’s getting to tough and all these men standing around me; we treat each other just like we’re family.  They’re a part of my life, they sadly died, left scars on my mind; that why I’m writing this on a rhyme. 

It’s not a rap, pretty much like a poem in fact; then I’ll be running with my rifle and a bullet proof hat.  Actually, no stuff that, rip off the next guy’s head, think to yourself that’s the guy who killed your brother instead.  His face has left scars on my head, so I struggle to get to sleep sometimes.  So I close my eyes then I see bullets flying from left to right; hell isn’t the word for tonight.

Note, that if you die that’s the end of you in world war 1 then your son’s going to be in world war 2, then world war 3 is going to be coming after me; so I start running.  I look back then look forwards then it’s too late, you look down its ticking it’s a mine.   My mind stopped I felt like I was going to drop, then you realise this is real life; it’s not fake, the bullets aren’t blanks.  There are a lot of trenches and millions of tanks, so I wish you all the best from me; wait and see, let their whole army come after me.


Mr Waller

Another one fell today,
Just like in a play.
The best had a family,
And he had only had one day
Till he flew away.

The sun is in the sky
As the vultures begin to fly
As the sand turns to mud.

“The best don’t have limits”, they said,
As the op table is lit;
He is going into a fit.

On the way home in the plane,
All the seats are taken bar one.
In its place was a coffin
Draped in the Union Jack,
Surely somewhere he will be remembered on a plaque.

The sun is in the sky
As the vultures begin to fly
As the sand is now mud.


Mr Wills

As I look upon these faces of those who have fallen,
They lived.
All five of their faces show their pride where they are, what they have done,
They lived.
All of them followed the paths that I’m taking,
They lived.
All five of them are revered and honoured with many other fallen,
They lived.
All of those who have fallen have people who miss them,
They lived.
All this time I have been scalded by family for wanting to serve,
Is it bad to want to have lived?