Poetry and Visual Arts Project 2021: An Anthology
A collection of poems and artwork exploring the themes
of ‘Lost Things’, ‘Growing Up’ and ‘Change’
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This collection of poetry and visual artwork was created by students from Staffordshire University’s PGCE (Postgraduate Certificate in Education) partner schools. After the success of last year’s Poetry Project we have made this into an annual project, inviting the PGCE Art and Design Trainees to join those from the English PGCE in its development. Students from years 7-13 were invited to write a poem or create a piece of visual art based on one of three themes: Change, Lost Things, Growing Up. Everyone’s contribution was welcome, with all work submitted included in the anthology here. Poems and artwork are also presented in the raw format in which they were sent; there has been no editing. Each section of the anthology begins with a ‘Star’ piece of work, which was shortlisted by PGCE trainees from the 2020-2021 cohort, with the overall Star Poem being chosen by our Staffordshire Poet Laureate, Mel Wardle-Woodend and the Star Artwork chosen by local artist, Kate Windsor. The aim of the project was to give students the opportunity to be creative and have a voice or an outlet in these unprecedented times. Submissions were not assessed and there were no mark schemes; we wanted students to enjoy being creative and use it as an opportunity to voice their opinions, vent their emotions, have a little fun and challenge themselves to do something they’ve never done before. Sadly, we don’t often get the chance to offer this kind of creative opportunity in secondary classrooms. Finally, thank you to our colleagues in the PGCE department at Staffordshire University who have been supportive of this project from the beginning. Thank you also to the 2020-2021 PGCE trainees, for creating the student workbook and doing the impossible job of shortlisting Star Poems and Artwork. Special thanks go to Lucy Broderick, Andrew Kelly and Sarah Offland for presenting at our online CPD session for secondary colleagues. Thank you to the teachers in local schools who have encouraged their students to take part and thanks also to Mel Wardle Woodend and Kate Windsor for their support and being the overall judges of the Star Poems and Artwork. The most important thanks, however, go to the students who participated and created some amazing, thought-provoking and emotional poems and artwork, leaving a legacy and reminder for future generations. Rebecca Sherratt Katie Leonard PGCE English Course Leader PGCE Art and Design Course Leader Project Organiser Project Organiser
July 2021
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‘I am always impressed when I read a poem because it means that someone has taken the time and effort to write and craft a message, or to communicate their thoughts and feelings, or simply tried to engage and entertain the reader.
For me, it does not matter what the theme or the content of the poem is. The act of writing – of setting time aside to think and to transfer those thoughts out onto the page is the important part, and I think there is something incredibly special about writing down our words – our thoughts and ideas – to share with others.’
Mel Wardle WoodendStaffordshire Poet Laureate 2019 – 2022
Creativity is such a wonderful and integral part of all of us and it has been an absolute privilege to be a part of this project and to see your thoughts and process on paper. To be human is to create and not only is it essential to critical thinking and problem-solving it is also utterly brilliant for the soul. These wonderful artworks have allowed us to resonate and identify with your thoughts and at other times given a whole new perspective on the world as we know it. Creativity brings us together |in so many ways and the best bit is – there are endless possibilities!
So thank you again. Keep creating. Keep being fantastic.
Kate Windsor
A few words from our Judges
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I thought the repeated structure of ‘Just a….’ and a different verb to signify the change in the first line of each new stanza, the
repetition of the second line ‘A change in the weather’ and the repeated concept of ‘Praying for…’ with a different aspect in the third
line of each stanza worked well to frame the poem. The repetition of ‘Lost…’ on the fourth line of each stanza introduces a different
aspect to each and I think the simple structure of this poem works well in the way it is written in quatrains – with a couplet at the end
that I feel adds a visual element to signify the concept of change.
EF
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
A CHANGE IN THE WEATHER
Just a drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
Praying for rain
Lost in the desert
Just a splash in the sun
A change in the weather
Praying for shade
Lost in the summer
Just a ripple in the waters
A change in the weather
Praying for warmth
Lost in November
Just a turn in the tides
A change in the weather
Praying for a miracle
Lost ...
A change in the weather ...
Lost, in the change of the weather
POETRY: CHANGE
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POETRY: CHANGE
MK
CO-OP ACADEMY
YEAR 9
THE BLACK BOX
Changes something all mankind fears chnages something that could be different
Changes changes is what all mankind fears
Why is it that I as a person has to deal with changes with noone to talk to noone to be there for me no one to rely on except for myself
That is why
Changes something all mankind fears changes something that could be different
Changes changes is what all mankind fears
The fear that u feel is indescribable it is as if a simple black box which you are put and are forced to discover your own path out
Noone absolutley no one can help
The simple black box is the mindset that I have for changes
The black box is a gruesome monster which tears people apart
It tells you so many things it is simply a trap which is continuous
This never ending path which goes on and on but never stops it might slow down but never stops
I have seen changes completely break my life apart, changes are the reason why the black box is terrifying
Mankind tells you that they are here to help but that is a lie
One of the biggest lies that u can be told
You can only ever rely on yourself because it is not possible for mankind to stop changes
Life goes on and on but within this life changes will always be chasing us nothing is ever the same even the slightest change is still a change
Changes something all mankind fears changes something that could be different
Changes changes is what all mankind fears
I am the black box
I am most defintely my own trap
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POETRY: CHANGE
FRSJ
ST THOMAS MORE CATHOLIC ACADEMY
YEAR
MASKING DARKNESS
Look at me, Stare through my eyes,
What do you see beyond the Lies,
That my future plans to tell, to keep you out of
My deep well.
Through day you see a smile,
Hear my laughs for quite a while.
But if you slept with one eye open
You would see a nightmare wild.
Masking darkness is an art,
It needs skill and talent too.
When truth threats, Masking
Darkness is your friend and you
Let it take over you.
So next new friend you meet,
Be aware of what they hold,
For who Knows what they hide
Under their mask that could unfold.
MASKING DARKNESS is about the two-faced and what hides under what you see. People aren’t always what they show you, they can switch in one blink of an eye.
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
POETRY: CHANGE
Caterpillars turn into butterflies
Handling change is hard
Although this is hard to take in
Now it is time to change and grow up
Growing is a big thing in life
Even now you can change
First you are a kid
Then you discover the change
That happened to you.
An old silent day
Some things change and rain comes in
Then silent again
ML
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
AP
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
Childhood changes at your age
Happiness doesn’t change
As people are growing.
Now it is time to change
Growing up is hard for people,
Everything can change.
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
POETRY: CHANGE
Childhood changes
Hard times come and go
Although this is not always true
Never give up
Guilt never changes anything
Everything can change
LP
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 8
Change is always there
You cannot escape from it
Just you face the facts
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KAF
BLYTHE BRIDGE SIXTH FORM
YEAR 12
UNWEEDED GARDEN
Sat alone lying flat on a slab of sculptured stone against my back, I admire the unweeded garden, a small forest at which surrounds me.The grass being illuminated like glow sticks at a child’s birthday party.The Buttercups being lit to a banana colour, the light catching it like a piece of foil. You like butter! Children pulling at the stems chasing their next victim. You don’t like butter. Rays lightly caressing my cheek like a mother soothing her new-born baby.The light so carefully touching the earth to breathe life into it.Daises short but congregated, always at the point of extinction in the school fields. Always favoured the magenta tinted ones. Soft warm breeze carrying Dandelions as they danced. If you were still enough you could see mov-ing fuzz, so joyful and delicate.Life finds a way. Or so they say.
Colours of plants as varied as an artist’s palette and just as beautiful as their piece of work. Inhab-itants wearing matching colours, which lives double lives as their selves and when they come in to contact with the colonisers they dress in camouflage.
We think nature as our boarders, but what do they think of us? The oldest as wisest plants in all the garden are the trees which are shielded by bark. They provide a habit for little songbirds which proudly sing their national anthems. Similarly, to how plants react they grow and stretch to reach the heavens, to be close to the life beyond. Spending their life try-ing to reach that goal. Their desperation and their whole life dedicated to reproducing and explor-ing the unknown. Almost like humans.
The deep desire of the unknown and never satisfised with what’s in front of our eyes. Granted, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I believe people are too blind by the modern falseness.Spend their life working rather than just enjoying living. Not that we have much of that anyway. This flesh too unsustainable for our curious minds, our generations to have the baton of societal control, a guide of a rigid structure of how to live our lives. Those who chose to deify are greatly punished, like the sea and tides that change it seems we as a human race are evolved enough to have a grasp of the concept now.
Nevertheless, ‘tis an unweeded garden’.
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POETRY: CHANGE
PC
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
LIFE ISN’T SOME DAY DREAM
The world is consistently changing and growing–along with the people.
Youth seemed so bright, like explosions of colour every where. We were bids, light and free ... only ... we were babies, having time for int.......
By the time we’re teens, we’ve lost our open minds; forced into the system. The only escape we have is desolation. The bright dimmed, your free becomes skimmed and your wings are clipped.
Adult life feels clinical, forced into a box compelled to labour.
We seemed to have lost our wings. Life isn’t as it seems, surely we should realise ... we’re not in some day dream.
CHANGE
Today the weather was dull,I sat in my home bored.
I was as lonely as a captive bear,I didn’t want to do anything.
The next day the weather was both, hot and cold.
I felt like a piece of bread, a loaf.Sat still everyday like I’m getting told.
The day after it was a warm day,I went outside for the 1st time,
I decided to lay and re-read this rhyme.
I finally finished reading.It was slowly turning to night.
I had this strange feeling.This night wasn’t right.
KG
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 7
PEOPLE CHANGE!!
Change is different,Change is hard,When you change, your different,Sometimes your music taste changes,Sometimes your personality changes,It doesn’t actually change you though,Change is good, but not all the time,People change for love,People change for people,People change in general,But that’s what people are doing wrong!You shouldn’t change for anyone... or anything!
DB
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 7
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MH
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
THE RETURN
She was happy,Always smiling and laughing,Always with friends, being herslf.Then she came back,looking lost and she changed,no longer with that happy smile,no happy laugh.She looks so tired, under eye bags,looking fragile and alone.
CHANGE IS HARD
at the age of 5 she wanted to be a vetat the age of 7 she wanted to be a dancerat the age of 9 she wanted to have good gradesat the age of 11 she wanted to imrpess her parentsat the age of 13 she wanted to be happyat the age of 15 she wanted to be loved
IB
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 7
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POETRY: GROWING UP
KAF
BLYTHE BRIDGE SIXTH FORM
YEAR 12
This poem is full of beautiful imagery such as ‘slender arm well flourished in sage gems…’ as well as other features of poetry such as alliteration – ‘this lonely child still loved…’. The repetition; ‘I saw children playing in the graveyard…’ on the first line of the first three stanzas draws the reader’s attention so the final line ‘I saw an adult…’ which subverts and destabilises the reader’s expectations. I thought this poem was well constructed and the final short stanza provided an insightful conclusion to the poem; ‘I saw an adult playing with their children in the graveyard. For which it’s the youth inside us which keeps us alive and still allows us to not get trapped in the overwhelming issues of society.’
Mel Wardle Woodend
GRAVEYARD
This poem is full I saw children playing in the graveyard. The willow bowed its head and slender arm well flourished in sage gems hung from it. The sunlight shy breaking through the fortified net of leaves, like a late-night summer emitting rays illuminating the windowsill and the window lit up to reveal a slight aqua tint.
I saw children playing in the graveyard. The grass overgrown, in which inhabitants like some like creatures of all size and colour. Cascading wind gave a light warm breath of air, laced in smiles and a sense of peace. A sense of feeling free in a bound world. I saw children playing in the graveyard. Their bright young faces emitting the joy of the world on their shoulders, like atlas and the heavens. Laughing of all kinds and ranges echoing as the children were counting. Hide and seek. I found you! The young girl seemed to not be a young girl anyone instead a run-down mother, clothes in tatters, cursing of the world in such vigour and self-assurance. I saw a child playing in the graveyard. One heap of curiosity and flesh was left. They began to read the names of the graves. All of which was their friends. No salt ridden tears fell from their delicate face, but they did only smile and sighed I found you. This lonely child still loved the world as much as they did when their friends were there.
I saw an adult playing with their children in the graveyard. For which it’s the youth inside us which keeps us alive and still allows us to not get trapped in the overwhelming issues of society.
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POETRY: GROWING UP
MB
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
GROWING UP
Up up upI’m growingI’m growingHigher and higherI can reach
Up in the skyOww that hurtThat was painfulI hate being a girl
Harder and harderMy life getsFull of tears and blondBrunettes
Prouder and prouderGetting louder and louder
Growing up is hard in many waysRemember, then forget some daysOh, what we like does changeWhat does remain?Is anything going to stay?No time.Get up and say something. We don’t want to change. Up you get, don’t give up yetPuberty means growing up is okay.
BC
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
Grow up queenRide up to grow upOwn your placeWork out your problemsIt’s not that hard.Now is your chanceGrow upUr better than you thinkPractice and don’t fail
I hate growing upTo live to people’s standardsJust let me be me.
It’s hard to admit you’re growing up.Where life is care free.And your parents pay your fee.Your more independent and shed a tearWhen you look at your pendentSo many memories untold.When you look back they seem like gold.Always growing like a tree, but you’ll never know what it’s like to be me.
LP
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 8
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ORMISTON HORIZON
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ORMISTON HORIZON
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ORMISTON HORIZON
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SCHOOL – A WEIRD PLACE
School is a weird placeIt’s suppose to be peaceso why is it chaosSuppose to learnbut things always take a turn
Stressful lessonsStressful homeworkStress is like DunkirkStress on social mediayou can’t escape stress
Chatting with your friendseverythings goodtill you take down your hoodyou realise the world is fantasticuntil you meet the canteen foodwhen they serve meat
JH
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
LM
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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GROWING
Reach for the limitsOnly have one chanceWork hardIndividual qualitiesNever give upGaining different skills every day
Unexpected adventures along the wayPlan for the future
Because that is growing up!
Growing older had me excitedReally looked forward for the future aheadOnly thing about growingWas not fitting in and hiding from the world insteadI felt like I was too fat and uglyNo one would like me if I look like thisGrowing older really had me throwing a fit.
Until I realised people come in different shapes and sizesPeople really do like me for looking like this.
AW
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 8
OP
ORMISTON HORIZON
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 7
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ORMISTON HORIZON
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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POETRY: GROWING UPPOETRY: GROWING UP
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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ST MARGARET WARD CATHOLIC ACADEMY
YEAR 12
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POETRY: GROWING UPPOETRY: GROWING UP
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CO-OP ACADEMY
YEAR 10
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POETRY: LOST THINGS
JW
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
I particularly liked the questioning techniques used in the poem to prompt the reader to think. I also thought the interpretation that sometimes it is necessary to ‘lose’ friendships or relationships that are unhealthy for us is a mature and insightful observation particularly shown through the final two lines ‘To gain some confidence, and grow some wings / Sometimes, lost things don’t have to be found’.
Mel Wardle Woodend
LOST THINGS
Where do all the lost things go?Do they disappear in the winter, or hide in the snow?A family emblem, a visible thingWhere do you find it when it goes missing?Has it just gone, or will it be found?As much as a hundred, or little as a poundIs it important, does it really matter?
Are you able to get it backA memory, family or friend from the pastSometimes you do have to lose thingsTo gain some confidence and grow some wingsSometimes, lost things don’t have to be found.
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CB
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
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LOST THINGS
Lose memoryLost track of time inside mindFeelings are gone now.
BC
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
Lost and found in timeNever tried to lose againLost and found again.
CH
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 7
Climate change is sadLosing everything we haveWithout knowing how.
LB
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 8
I lost it againIt’s always going missingI’ll find it again.
LB
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 8
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Losing a loved one can be upsettingOur worlds needs saving.Save yourself from the virusTo stay insideTo keep distanceHome is where we’re safeInside is safeNever invite people inGo and put a mask on, to keep Safe
ZM
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 8
Losing things is bad“Oh no I’ve lost my watch!”Saving up my moneyThat’s in my wallet,Telling the shopkeeper to get me anotherHurrying to the isleIn a rushNearly thereGreat I made it.Suddenly they’ve all gone.
LS
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 8
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POETRY: LOST THINGS
I walked past the grave again today, This time I stopped to look at what it did say It was James, yes James from years away. Can you imagine my dismay? The life he had was now so far away. I remember seeing him in class, The day he went and dropped the glass. You remember? He was such an ass Yet, I find thoughts coming en masse? Did the glass ever hit the ground, Or is it still there, falling, waiting to finally impact? Do you remember the day he got smacked? That day, he swore it would be fact He’d struggle to think of anything he lacked. Yet now he’s gone. Did he ever win at life? Did he get that done? Did he ever get to fire his dream tommy-gun Or try to get that movie he liked redone? He swore that his funeral would be fun, Walking from his grave was no laugh. If you don’t give life a hit, One day someone else will do your bit. When we were younger, we had all of these goals, Now we seem as meek as foals. James had his life go so quick His barely made a crick. Don’t waste yours.
JB
BLYTHE BRIDGE SIXTH FORM
YEAR 12
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LOSS
When rivers burn and the sky falls,we can last another night.But when we realise we have no-one to call,we may never see the light.
CL
ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 9
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ORMISTON HORIZON
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ORMISTON HORIZON
YEAR 7
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ORMISTON HORIZON
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Visual Arts
Change
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 10
I have based my art piece on a butterfly emerging from their cocoon to only realise they aren’t the Caterpillar they once were. My art work is based on the artist Peony Yip.
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 10
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CO_OP ACADEMY
YEAR 7
Students drew flowers and buds to show the changes in flowers as they grow.
MK
CO_OP ACADEMY
YEAR 7
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 9
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ST THOMAS MORE CATHOLIC ACADEMY
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 9
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 9
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Visual Arts
Growing Up
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
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Lost Things
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
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BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
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TITLE: MYSTERIOUS LOFT
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YEAR 8
VISUAL ARTS: LOST THINGS
POETRY AND VISUAL ARTS PROJECT 2021: AN ANTHOLOGY
VISUAL ARTS: LOST THINGS
SD
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
BS
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
POETRY AND VISUAL ARTS PROJECT 2021: AN ANTHOLOGY
BLB
BLYTHE BRIDGE HIGH SCHOOL
YEAR 8
VISUAL ARTS: LOST THINGS
IP
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
POETRY AND VISUAL ARTS PROJECT 2021: AN ANTHOLOGY
VISUAL ARTS: LOST THINGS
EO
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
OS-H
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
POETRY AND VISUAL ARTS PROJECT 2021: AN ANTHOLOGY
VISUAL ARTS: LOST THINGS
PD
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
POETRY AND VISUAL ARTS PROJECT 2021: AN ANTHOLOGY
VISUAL ARTS: LOST THINGS
CV
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
POETRY AND VISUAL ARTS PROJECT 2021: AN ANTHOLOGY
VISUAL ARTS: LOST THINGS
HB
ST JOSEPH’S COLLEGE
YEAR 8
POETRY AND VISUAL ARTS PROJECT 2021: AN ANTHOLOGY
Staffordshire UniversityCollege RoadStoke-on-TrentST4 2DE
Staffordshire University’s School of Education Poetry and Visual Arts Project 2021, created in
conjunction with students from local Secondary Schools and supported by Stoke CEP.