It takes the ten year old in the family to get his poem published. Here, courtesy of Kieran is his poem on war.
World War II
W hy, oh why did this war start?
O h I hate it with all my heart.
R un for the shelter, the bombs have come.
L and mucked up, I hate it now.
D ad on a ship, I don`t know which.
W ell some good news at last, Dad comes home.
A n oven sets alight ‘put it out!’ I say.
R eally got to dash for a phone.
T ime and time again the siren sounds.
W e’ll dash to safety 24/7
O h when will this war end?