April is poetry month here in our school. Enjoy our selection for you!
| Cold Water - Ciara The starting bell had gone, I was nervous, but cantered on, I veered slightly right, and fence one was in sight, The next jump was a double, For my horse it was no trouble, We cleared it without delay But the next jump was a water tray, We were cantering in at a steady speed, When my horse refused the jump, I landed in the water tray in a mighty lump, The last thing I remember was the almighty clank, As my head hit the ground and everything went blank. Haikus - Conor Cold Water Water, cold and serene, Billions of litres in the sea, So vital in living. Grandma’s kitchen My granny’s kitchen, Where I learned how to bake, I love it there. On the field Out in the park, Grass, so luscious and green, It’s incredible. Out of order Often in the bathroom, A sign with out of order, Written on a stall Cold Water - Tadhgan There once was a exhibition that went to sea And that group was not shy of a pint of brand One day they cooked up a barbie But that wasn't the end of them Soon they'll see what they've done After they fight the kraken that has one eye They find that one was dead Then one by one they die of scurvy Cold Water - Seamie The man was afraid of water, One day he decided to swim, He hopped in the sea, Only to freeze, And then he decided to stall. The man stoped in the water, He couldn't but think of his home, The ice had thawed, The lifeguard warned, And that was the end of it all On the Field - Michaela This is a field, But not an ordinary one, Out here, These animals, They sure do have fun. There’s scruffy old lions, But they do not fight, There’s fluffy, old sheep, With wool soft, and white. There’s also some giraffes, With printed long necks, And birds of the feather, But they do not peck. There’s small fluffy tails, On the little dogs, And scaly, webbed feet, On the slimy frogs. There’s even small ponies, And crabs in the sand, With red, shiny shells, But they don’t stay on land, So now you understand, That animals never fight, On this strange field, They just party through the night. Out of order - Máirtín- Óg There once was a man who liked porter. He saw a toilet out of order. He was bursting to go. His friend said Oh No. And he ran right across the border. The Old Brown Horse This poem is about an old horse She used to be ridden of course But as she got old And her saddle grew mould She galloped away in remorse. | The field - Seamie On the field the soccer ball sped, As the players chased where it led, With a kick and a score, the crowd would roar, Echoing in each player's head. The ball was thrown right up right in the air, Only to come down and to hit someone's hair The medics came on And the game carried on, Only to know that our team had good care Grandma’s Kitchen - Abbie I went to grandma’s house today. I just couldn’t wait. We drove up over the hill and I entered through the gate. I ran towards her with joy and glee for I could see her at the door waiting for me. I waved goodbye to mum and dad seeing smiles on their faces. I knew they would be glad. I ran into the kitchen excited as could be She had cake, cookies and tea there waiting for me. She had many baked goods and lovely foods, of course all of them were good. I asked her for her secret, She said there’s nothing to it. But I will tell you my secret, You’ll have it one day just like me It’s called grandparent magic. Grandma's Kitchen - Seamus Grandma’s kitchen had a beautiful bin Till she moved out n’ the fed’s came in Now it’s all rusted Oh no they’ve bust it Now it does look like a sin Out on the field - Luke One day I was out on the field in my Massey 390 Rolling, and then something caught my eye the bull Had got out. I had to go back to the yard and get the cattle trailer and put it on the tractor. When I got to the field we put the bull in the back of the cattle trailer and took him home. Grandma’s Kitchen - Annie I’m going to write about my granny’s kitchen And about the times we’ve had Trying to fix it up And chasing out the kitten First thing up is the kettle I’ve never liked that mouldy thing But my granny she would not replace it Though in my eyes it’s just a lump of metal Now I’ll tell the story of the oven And how the electrician never came I blame that one on my granny Because last time, he choked on a homemade muffin Next thing I’ll write about is a grill It was a struggle to install By the time it was in the house My father had no drill There is one thing that wasn’t a hard job It slot into place just like that As we had just got it in My granny started frying pancakes on her new, our favourite hob. My favourite place 25-04-24 It was a beautiful place It had Flowers and mace The grass was green the hedge was tall The vines creeping up the wall The sky a deep blue Yes it was true But now it's a disgrace all those flowers and mace No one will know it was a beautiful place. |
| I had a dog called brown He slept on a cosy pillow He lived a lazy life And yet all did was frown One day i brought him for a walk All he did was moan and groan We done the first mile When an woman wanted to talk Apparently she was a widow She said she was sad and lonely I offered her tea But she wanted a pillow. The Dancing Bear As I walked into town, I saw a dancing bear, Taking food, From the people that dare, With a chain around its neck, With its paws up in the air, Many people laughed and screamed, But to me it didn't seem fair. Its master yelled out, “Look at this beast isn't he rare,” People rushed forward when he said “Give him a stroke for a penny a fare, I turned around walking straight home, Away from the dancing bear, Taking food from the people that dare. | There once was a girl from Wicklow She had a very big toe So she had to go slow In case she tripped on her toe And that was what was wrong with the girl from wicklow. MY DOG There once was a dog from Mayo. He wanted to chase a big ewe. He went in for the kill. The big ewe said chill. And the ewe kicked him to Sligo. |
| There once was a beautiful place It was right next to the sea You could fish all day Catching everything Oh what a beautiful place I set off this morning, As There was nothing to do up into the mountains Where the birds were soaring It had been barley an hour When it started to rain The downpour was heavy There was no place to cower Then I saw small wooden shack So I dashed in the door And nearly fell on the floor Then what I saw made me fall back A brown bear that was dancin’ With expensive earbuds Listening to music And prancing about. | The once was a small dancing bear, Who had nothing to wear but his hair, He danced all around, On the soft icy ground, He fell on the ice and gave a glare. There once was a bear called tim He loved to dance and prance all around the kitchen floor until his mother came home. |
| Le dancin bear One day I was walking when I saw a bear He was jumping around just like a hair When i first saw, his arms in the sky And his flees were starting to fly I turned and ran when i hit my head Just then i thought i was dead But all of a sudden i saw the bear Just simply standing there I tried to run but he didnt care Cos he was le dancin bear… There once was a nun in Wicklow, Whos house was all cobwebs and shadow, She was so unknown, She had no friend or foe, Other then her mysterious pet crow. | The Old Brown Horse There was an old brown horse which was wild, My father had owned since he was a child, One day it died, and all day he cried, The day they were buried the day was wild No money There was a farmer from Wicklow he had a calf from Carlow. he wanted prime cattle But had no money to do so. |
| My Favourite Place to Go My Favourite place to go, Would be where my problems Would go like a foe, Where they would just drift away And I could shout yay, That would be the greatest gift of all. | My Favourite Place My favourite place, I think, Would be to lie at a tree, beneath. Resting my head, The soft grass my bed. The wind chiming the leaves, Would lull me to sleep. And falling leaves coating me, In a blanket from the tree. Drifting to a place, Where the world was not haste. Where no problems would find me, All nature’s promises blinding. And so back to the tree, I return, Whenever my problems concern, The leaves chiming, my favourite melody, Returning to my tree, lying beneath. |