A few weeks ago P7 wrote  evacuee letters and poems, here are just two of them;

By the time the bomb dropped, the siren had stopped. Light was nowhere in sight, there was just no dayight. In the shelter things were scary, the shelter belonged to a woman, called Mary. Time was moving, the siren was coming.

By Katie & Chloe.

Dear mother and father, I am writing to you because I miss you and that I don’t like it here, the journey was horrible. I was sick two times the other children kept on laughing at me. The people were so kind to me at first but then it was just work, work & work but if I do everything they let me play all day. The food is delicious but it is just their children that are really mean to me, I am still scared that when I come back you will be gone.

Yours Sincerely Anne Robertson xxx
By Dona and Tanatswa.