Right, I have to write about a historical event. And I've tried three different things and ideas thus far and yeah they sucked so I need ideas for historical eras. And they have to be taught in a school.
Help!
Challenge three.
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I was taught about Pompeii, World War 1, World War 2, Civil War, and Columbus Discovering America
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Well, there's the wars...
Things I've done in history :
• William Wallace and the Scottish wars of independence
• The slave trade
• changing life in Scotland and Britain 1830-1930
• world war one
• rise of the Nazis
• suffragettes
• welfare reforms from 1906-1951 in Britain
• Romans
• Vikings
• Victorians
And the new curriculum in Scotland has introduced the Reformation and the great plague. I missed that because it was introduced a year behind me but I know the textbooks exist. People in other schools have also done appeasement of Germany and the road to WWII.
Hope that helps
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I learned about the plague this year and last
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I think I either want to do the holocaust, 9/11 or Boudica... Views?
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I personally think 9/11 would be interesting.
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I've never studied Boudica so I'd be interested in that but 9/11 does always make great short stories so I'm sure a poem would turn out great too
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I've never studied Boudica so I'd be interested in that but 9/11 does always make great short stories so I'm sure a poem would turn out great too
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Right, I have to poems and ideas. Any feedback would be great! (just content not grammar because i'll do that later)
My dear Prasutagus.Spoiler
When you died my dear
My heart was shattered.
You left me alone upon this
Lonely isle.
Its green grass grew lamely,
And the strait no longer had
The same queer charm it once did.
But then they came.
It had always been your will,
Your deep and booming voice
Pushed them back
To your agreed parameters.
We were safe in our own little world.
Our bohemian heaven.
We were harmonious with those romans
But they charged upon us.
We, the Iceni, were not prepared.
Your will always ruled,
And I followed your word blindly;
But then they touched our daughters.
They laid their fingers upon their pale flesh.
There ginger hair became matted with
Mud as they were held into the ground and….
I could not let it lie.
I fought back.
I led us against those vicious romans.
They stormed dragging behind them
Their arrogance like rocks,
But they should not have underestimated us.
I stormed at the front of men
With my hair blowing behind me in
The wind like red molten flowing
To destroy those men who dare threaten us.
I struck them though.
I wielded my mace and bludgeoned
Each and every skull I saw.
My mace came down on their heads and
I left them weeping,
Screaming in pain…
Like our daughters did.
I know this is against your will.
You would have scolded me,
Hit me,
Told me I was wrong.
But now you are gone,
My dear Prasutagus
You are gone.
And now I am in charge.
I led those men.
I stood tall above the rest.
I am their leader,
Their warrior.
I, am Boudicca.
Time would not stop.Spoiler
We worship at this memorial.
The day rolls around every year,
Time ploughs on like a steam train
Never stopping to commemorate
The memory of those poor unfortunate
Souls who it steals each year.
Nine eleven.
The day the world stood still,
But time did not.
At 8:46 flight 11 destroyed that building.
Smoke rose like that from a chimney
And concrete fell like the snow outside.
Yet time kept rolling out,
Like a malevolent being it dragged
9:03 around and that second tower
Screamed out to anyone.
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother,
God.
Anyone who could save them
But no, time did not stop to give them
A chance. Instead seconds dragged out
Like shotgun shots as people fell from the sky.
Specks of dust in the middle of a storm.
They tumbled down with screams
Composed by madness and fear,
And time let them fell like rag dolls
Discarded by children.
Nothing stopped them.
Those we called heroes ran up stair cases
They did what they could
But time did not stop for the saviour after.
Backdraft sent infernos up spiralled
Staircases. Those men and women
Were chased by the devil and all
They could do was scream and burn.
But still time did not stop.
At 9:37 189 people died at The Pentagon,
Their names now etched onto concrete walls
Somewhere, but they seem like statistics
But again time would not halt.
It kept charging on like bull
Chasing redden silken cloth
And eventually we get to
9:38 and any soul left had not a chance left.
David got his lucky shot on Goliath
And he tumbled like the mighty
Fiend which he was.
At 10:28 his brother fell as well,
And those once mighty structures
Which used to rest in that skyline
Became pillars of smoke.
Cascading towards the heavens
Taking the souls of those killed to their
Maker’s gates.
Nine Eleven,
The day the world stood still.
Every year we see on TV those widows
Who lost their husbands.
Draped in black, tears leaving
Mascara lines along pale and weary faces.
We see sons saluting their father’s memory.
We see sister’s laying flowers and
Asking why did it have to happen to her?
We see those wounds ripped open,
We see them weep at the thought of that day.
Their legacy now rests with those two numbers,
Those numbers now are part of them.
On the chambers of their hearts
It is tattooed as a memento of that day.
The day the world stood still,
But time refused to. -
I've never studied Boudica so I'd be interested in that but 9/11 does always make great short stories so I'm sure a poem would turn out great too
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I think you should do something more characteristic of Britian rather than an american thing.
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I think I prefer the 9/11 one but I have no idea how to comment on poetry. I would suggest publishing one of them as a literary work and asking for help from the people who normally help you with that
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