Jack memoir poem

WALT: write a memoir poem

The Bookshop was usual enough; it had

shelves of books,a desk, a card stand, a roof

over it and even a shelf of Teddies I never looked at.

My brother and I did what all avid book readers do -searched along

the infinite shelves, flicked through books,checked

price tags, took books off the shelves,

scanned our eyes across the pages,

skim read or looked for another book.

Doing nothing important.

                           Jack

Jack Poem

WALT: write a poem.

Missiles make fiery arcs across the sky then

send waves of death across the ranks like a

tornado of fire

Soldiers fall silently onto burnt blackened dirt

like chocolate cake.

Tanks cause annihilation everywhere punching

holes in brick like it is paper.

Trenches collapse like sandcastles on the beach.

Bayonets cut into flesh like it is butter.

Grenades explode sending a shower of shrapnel

over the soldiers like rain.

Bullets fly everywhere like a hailstorm.

Iron crosses and swastikas cover the German

General’s coat.

Cannons go off like thunder.

             By Jack