In my very first post, I mentioned that I have been dabbling in writing a variety of things for a while now, one of those being poetry. There is a part of London that I love walking through and will often set off on that walk if I need a break, or some thinking time, or to just escape the business of the world for a while and just appreciate life.
The following poem is one of the first things I had written as an adult, purely for my own pleasure, and I often still reflect on the same things when I am walking along the particular section where I stopped and wrote it.
This was written during a walk along the River Thames on 2nd March 2014.
The attack in my home city of London this week as well as my job as a primary teacher made me think pretty deeply over the last few days.
My first thought when I found out about it was obviously that I needed to check on my friends who work in the area to make sure that they were ok.
Then I thought about my class of 9 and 10 year old children. I knew that some would have watched the news with their parents and discussed it, others would have limited information because they are only kids after all and their parents wouldn’t want them concerned. These, plus the overly dramatic ones, can make for some interesting playground conversation. I knew I needed to discuss it with my class.