This is based on the Coventry Blitz. I was brought up in Coventry, hanging around in the old cathedral that got hit and the ruins do talk. My great nan had part of her face blown off opening her front door during the war and my great granddad who was a glazier and a ambulance driver at night put the stain glass windows in the cathedral that replaced the old one. He was reportedly sitting on his roof the night of the Blitz watching lol…i didnt want to base this on fact, I have read facts, but I dont see myself in a good position to do one based on facts so much, but rather done with my twist lol

Poem.

This is a war poem I wrote in Year 7, trying to put myself in the position of someone who had lived through it.

A poem about what a woman goes through in life.

Fizzy Time…

There are some things you wish that you could block out of your mind forever.

A vivid dream, a bad acid trip or one man’s account of what really happened.

My past.

A poem.

Childhood memories.