VIDEO: Kids get involved in the war effort

A group of young children have come together to take part in the commemoration of World War One.
Maisie Wright, aged 8. Ridge County Primary SchoolMaisie Wright, aged 8. Ridge County Primary School
Maisie Wright, aged 8. Ridge County Primary School

The children from Ridge County Playscheme, Lancaster, took part in the reading of a famous World War one poem.

The Soldier, by Rupert Brooke, was read out by girls and boys aged eight to ten years old.

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Maisie Wright, 8, read out the first two lines followed by Elisha Burns, 9, Grace Pajak, 8, Daniel Davis, 10 and Alfie Parkinson, 8.

Maisie Wright, aged 8. Ridge County Primary SchoolMaisie Wright, aged 8. Ridge County Primary School
Maisie Wright, aged 8. Ridge County Primary School

Although it’s the summer holidays most of the children have been brushing up on their war history.

Elisha Burns said: “We have been learning about the doodlebugs that were flying around. There were a lot of bugs flying about in the war!”

The V-1 flying bomb, also known as the doodlebug, was a German fighter jet developed after World War One.

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The poem is part of many which will be read out during the centenary for our war coverage.

Grace Pajak, 8, Christ Church Primary School.Grace Pajak, 8, Christ Church Primary School.
Grace Pajak, 8, Christ Church Primary School.

The Solider, by Rupert Brooke.

If I should die, think only this of me:

That there’s some corner of a foreign field

That is forever England. There shall be

Alfie Parkinson, aged 8. Ridge County Primary School.Alfie Parkinson, aged 8. Ridge County Primary School.
Alfie Parkinson, aged 8. Ridge County Primary School.

In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;

A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,

Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,

A body of England’s, breathing English air,

Daniel Davis, 10. Ridge County Primary School.Daniel Davis, 10. Ridge County Primary School.
Daniel Davis, 10. Ridge County Primary School.

Washed by the rivers, blest by the suns of home.

And think, this heart, all evil shed away,

A pulse in the eternal mind, no less

Gives somewhere back the thoughts by England given;

Her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day;

And laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness,

In hearts at peace, under an English heaven.

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