Evacuee Poems

The pupils in Year 6 have tried to imagine what it might have been like to be an evacuee during the Second World War.

I was leaving everything behind, father, mother, older sister and brother. The teacher sat with me all the way, talked to me, held my hand and tried to make me feel okay. The city flashed away in one glance, I was lost within a world of trance. Then all of a sudden the country came. Nothing at all was the same! The fields, the hills and the open sky. I tried not to look but I cried and cried. I told my teacher "I want to go home I don't like it here!" My voice was trembling, I was filled with fear! Pupil from 6B Washed of the life I once had! My birthday is in a couple of days. The only thing is I'll be away. Away from mother and from Dad Washed of the life I once had. Bank holidays are a happy time Oh why, Oh why, do I hurt inside? Away from home and from Nan Washed of the life that I once had. I stand in the rain, don't dare to roam, waiting for someone to take me home. They won't take me home, have I been bad? Washed of the life that I once had! I feel lonely and alone I wait to see my brand new home. Away from mother and from dad. Washed of the life that I once had! Pupil from 6B

The Evacuee She told me to pack things into a case, Essentials! I suspected something was up, Mum was tense. Next morning, she took me to school: Then she told me she may never see me again. I was numb with shock. The whistle blew We were all shepherded into line, Mum looked sympathetic I was still shocked. "Jennifer" called Miss Pecky. "Yes," I replied, in a shaky voice Next minute, we were on a coach. Waving waving We all got to Lime Street Station It all happened so quickly. On the train, I started to sob But the chug-chug-chugging drowned out my cries. Like the Germans arranged this war, just for me, I thought. Pupil in 6C