Some Illustrations

Here’s a selection of illustrations from our workshops…

Click on an image to enlarge, and scroll through.

 

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Charley’s Poem

Charley
Charley

Lonely
Silent morning
Couldn’t understand anything
Words rushed straight through
Lie

Family
For ever
Never there again
Will always be gone
Why?

Home
Sweet comfort
Heart belongs there
Will always belong there
Me

Past
Never forgotten
My town stands
Will be there forever
Victory

By Charley Parkin

 

Sophie’s Story

Sophie
Sophie

I take a deep breath in. Absorbing every piece of the fresh clean air. I grab hold of the deep squelchy mud and grasp hold of grass, feeling the cold freshness of the plant. The sun shiny with all it’s hear and warming me from the inside. I climb to the top of the tallest hill and look out to the distance and see my old brown house with many colours of flowers. The house has five windows, two doors. I sleep in the attic, it is how I like everything, it’s mine. My bed, my rug, my posters, my music, my clothes, my life. My room is covered in animals I like, music I like, or my favourite colour, blue. I look down the hill to see my best mate Matt coming up to see me. He has been my best mate for as long as I can remember, and if I need help I would always go to him first. But little did I know I would have to say the thing that has been on my mind for ages….

By Sophie Evans

 

 

Rachael’s Poem

Rachael

Rachael
Rachael
Rachael

When I’m older I want to move to America. I’ve never been before, but a lot of people on Youtube that I watch live there and it looks better than England. I want to pass all my GCSEs, all the core subjects as well as Business Studies, Japanese, History and Statistics. I’d love to get all As and A stars – but I wouldn’t mind a few Bs.

Celtic descent –> Hebrew name –> means Ewe

My Celtic descent
No idea how
Hull Celtic tribe
Time of Boudicca
Ancient Pagan religion

My Hebrew name
Means female sheep
I’m not Hebrew
Neither is Mum
Or my Dad
This is confusing

Surname is Hardy
I don’t know
Where it’s from
But I know
What it means
It means strong
Means come back
Almost every year

My Mum is
From the Country
She got married
To a ‘Townie’
I would have
Lived on farm

Got Dad’s eyes
And Mum’s face
And Grandad’s eyes
And Great Aunt
Jenny’s weird hair

My Dad’s Mum
Was called Jean
She died when
I was five
She used to
Give me chocolate
For after tea

My Dad’s Dad
Wall called Alan
Never met him
He was in
World War two
He went blind
But saw again
My Great Grandma
And Great Grandad
Were Slightly posh
Lots of kids

I might have
Relatives in America
We lost contact

My Step Auntie
Lives in Australia
She’s visiting soon
Which is nice.

By Rachael Hardy

Home = Hull

We met a fabulous bunch of young people at our workshop at Wolfreton School. There are some pictures of what happened on the Workshop page.

We talked about what it may be like for the Huguenot people – back in the 16th century – to be persecuted and to have to leave everything behind and take refuge in a new country. We talked about how it would feel it it were to happen to us, today.

I’ll start posting the superb work that everyone created. Here’s the first one, it’s a drawing, ‘Home = Hull’.

Home - anon
Home – anon