My thirteen-year-old grandson has just written this. It says it all.
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Frances Garrood
About Me
I live with my husband in Devizes in Wiltshire where I spend my time writing, reading, riding (I am the lucky owner of a beautiful horse, Blue), and keeping up with my four children and an increasing number of small grandchildren (eight so far). I was for many years a nurse and a Relate counsellor. I have taught creative writing both at a local college and a prison, and I review a wide variety of items - including books - for the Amazon Vine programme.I write to death row prisoners in America, being a life-long opponent jof the death penalty. And I spend too much time blogging..
My Books
Below are the books I have written.
Ruth Robinson's Year of Miracles
Women Behaving Badly
Dead Ernest
Cassandra's Secret
Excellent. I assume he knows that it wasn't voluntary although one could volunteer.
ReplyDeleteHe probably does, Adrian.
DeleteGood.
DeleteIt would be great if no one ever had to go to war again.
ReplyDeleteWouldn't it just, Patsy.
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem. I hope it is to be published somewhere. Have you been teaching him to write so beautifully?
ReplyDeleteFrances, it had nothing to do with me. It was his homework - apparently the work of 15 minutes. I hope he keeps it up.
DeleteThat's a remarkably perceptive poem. I'm not sure that I could have looked at war like that when I was 13.
ReplyDeleteGraham, I expect they had been "doing" war at school, hence this as homework. But for a boy who is supposed only to be interested in maths and football, I think it's pretty impressive!
DeleteIt's perfect.
ReplyDeleteSo many of them , not much older than him, didn't get home.