As part of their topic on the Second World War, Year 5 are studying the Diary of Anne Frank. We have slowly but surely become completely captivated by this unique and fascinating, but ultimately sad, story of a young girl and the diary she wrote between 1942 and 1944, whilst in hiding from the Nazis who occupied her home city of Amsterdam.
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Some children wrote poems based on their study of the diary. here is a selection:
Anne Frank's diary
Away in the drawer lies the book, full of endless tales.
Full of thoughts and feelings, laughter and fear.
But best of all the life of a young girl.
Up in her room, she sits scribbling away.
Smelling the smell of cabbage stew.
How she longs to be free.
Out of the window, there is fun and happiness.
Away out there, were people are safe and free.
But in the front office, is a warm, steaming bath.
Just waiting for her to come and relax.
To get away from Mrs. Van Daan's bossiness and Mother's snappiness.
But there is no getting away in a secret
annexe.
There is no fun when you are in hiding.
But there is a way out when the war is over.
by Rebecca
A poem of Anne Frank
From a high unnoticed ledge a lone girl observes the world.
Downstairs the noise and hubbub disturb her peace.
Upon her face is a mask of longing and fear.
Once again voices float up to her perch and she retires downstairs.
Inside the confined space of the annexe the smell of cabbage hangs in the air.
Up in the attic the girl and a boy share each others' longing for freedom.
A few years from now this family could be free and untroubled.
In the hands of the girl is a book, empty hand laughing, ready to be filled.
From nowhere darkness steals over the annexe and planes squeal and roar overhead.
Shut up in her room the girl pauses, wondering what to write.
Again her thoughts are disturbed, this time by a man. She shrinks away from him. Morning rises and she yawns and stands up.
In the kitchen quarrels over breakfast are a daily routine.
She longs for Sundays and her private bath but nothing is private here.
The war carries on but now in her favour: the allies are winning.
But just when their hopes are up they are shattered by unknown personnel.
The crash of the broken door terrifies the hiders.
Their hopes are shattered and so is the family as soldiers crash up the stairs.
Off to the concentration camp, the family is separated.
The girl went in but never came out.
Now all that is left of the girl is a lonely gravestone and a book of tales of her life.
By Madeleine R.
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