The Train

I stepped upon the Train that day,
I watched as my Mother faded away,
I saw the wet glints in her eyes,
I watched how she tried not to cry.

I was heading to a country place,
where everybody knew every face,
where onlookers eyes looked at our clothes,
looked at the grime that covered us from our head to our toes.

I saw how people would stop and stare,
look at us as if they cared,
some of them would divert their eyes
and quickly say their short goodbyes to whom
that they were talking with before they saw us covered in grime and grit.

The country kids would laugh and stare
and point at us like we were'nt there.
I would smile and walk straight by,
I'd hold my breath so I did not cry.

The older ones would fight 'em back,
so of course We got the smack.

Oh by gosh,
It had been a shame,
Ever since We got on that wretched train.

By Michelle Bradley

The Mirror

I looked into the mirror
and was shocked by what I saw,
a small grey face,
dark drooping eyes,
red lips no more sung Lullabies,
the candle light lit up a face a face I vagley knew.
In the background It was dark,
I stared right into those eyes but those eyes stared right through.
I saw the horror in those eyes,
I saw what those eyes could see,
and as I stared into those eyes,
I realised those eyes belonged to me.

By Michelle Bradley

The Year Of 1939

It was the year of 1939,
Hitler was our enemy,
The lads and I would shoot down his planes
and dream of our Spitfires fighting for our Country
'BANG BANG', I'd say,
'I've shot that down, Britains won, Hurray'!

But then it happened my Father was gone,
It was Summer, it was May,
but the grey clouds rolled and the sunrays dimmed
and mother cried all day.

War was fun, it was a game,
but now We know the truth,
All those families, All those men
destoyed with just one shoot.

By Michelle Bradley