As long ago as 2014, former UK Children’s Laureate MICHAEL ROSEN published this poem that, in the light of recent developments, seems, unfortunately, to be proving all too prescient…
I was to share scene that I have immagined in the last few days. Given that everyone old, middle and young are playing at being war secretaries for T, P and Z, I wanted to move the idea that the ‘war has ended’.
So the scene is as follows. There are three children aged 10-12 yrs sitting on the carpeted floor of a luxurious lounge playing the board game Risk. One is the grandson of T, one the grandson of P and the other the granddaughter of Z. They are friends and a bit board with the game. They turn the board over and the tiny pieces are scattered. On the other side it the painting of the planet earth with colour in all her beauty as seen from the moon and the image turns. They start to talk and say to eachother ‘ thankyou to your Grandfather for ending the war, thankyou for being my friend and coming here, I would love to take you to see some of the beautiful places we have … how lucky we are the have such wise families’
I was to share scene that I have immagined in the last few days. Given that everyone old, middle and young are playing at being war secretaries for T, P and Z, I wanted to move the idea that the ‘war has ended’.
So the scene is as follows. There are three children aged 10-12 yrs sitting on the carpeted floor of a luxurious lounge playing the board game Risk. One is the grandson of T, one the grandson of P and the other the granddaughter of Z. They are friends and a bit board with the game. They turn the board over and the tiny pieces are scattered. On the other side it the painting of the planet earth with colour in all her beauty as seen from the moon and the image turns. They start to talk and say to eachother ‘ thankyou to your Grandfather for ending the war, thankyou for being my friend and coming here, I would love to take you to see some of the beautiful places we have … how lucky we are the have such wise families’