Sliabh Luachra "Literary Genius Unleashed"

Pupils of Shrone NS were asked to enter their poems, writing or songs into the Sliabh Luachra "Literary Genius Unleashed" event. It was held on Friday night (6th February 2015) in Barraduff. Michelle and James were able to attend, and read out their own poem to the audience. James also read his brother Michael's poem. Everybody received a certificate for their poem writing efforts. 



You can read our poems below: 

I Like Sliabh Luachra, Big or Small

Sliabh Luachra’s big,

Sliabh Luachra’s small,

Sliabh Luachra’s big,

Where I have a ball.

Sliabh Luachra’s stories

Can be frightening,

But can also be

Very exciting.

It’s warm and loving

When the birds are humming,

Mom and Dad

Listen to me strumming.

I like this place,

Because Sliabh Luachra’s

My home base.

By James Twomey

Sliabh Luachra

We are here in Sliabh Luachra,

Where it is all fun and games,

If you don't believe me,

Just ask my brother James.

We all love dancing here,

We don't have any fear,

Just come out on the dance floor,

So we can dance a little more.

We love the storytellin',

Not the best at our spellin',

But when you get your chance,

You might as well have a dance.

Our favourite is the music,

By Mr. And Mrs. Cusack,

They sing well, and they play swell,

It's not hard to tell.

So now you know,

Why me and my Da,

Really love Sliabh Luachra.

by Michael Twomey

The Heart of Sliabh Luachra

In the heart of Sliabh Luachra,

We're out on our own,

Everyone's happy, not a single moan,

There's a café, a shop, a school and a vet

We've lots of stuff here and that's a bet.

We got storytelling, dancing and singing go leor,

And the best football team, also known as Rathmore,

Your time in Sliabh Luachra won't be a bore

Singing, dancing and music in store,

So come to Sliabh Luachra, we've got lots, lots more.

    by Michelle Cronin

Sliabh Luachra

Sliabh Luachra is nice,

Like sugar and spice,

There's singing and dancing and more,

In around the village of Rathmore.

Set dancing in the hall is very fun,

But some people like to dance in the sun,

Telling stories and lots of yarns,

And even dancing in the barns.

If it's hill walking you want,

For a friend and you,

Then it's up to the top

Of the Paps of Danú.

By Niamh McSherry

Sliabh Luachra

In the heart of Sliabh Luachra,

There is alot of drama,

With everyone where they are supposed to be,

Sometimes I need to see,

The City is a magical place,

It has fairies and leprechauns,

And beings of a fantastical race.

Here in Sliabh Luachra we have pace,

But with us here, there is no race.

By Orla Cremin

Everyone Loves Sliabh Luachra

Get your dancing shoes on,

Are you ready?

You need to practise,

You’re a bit unsteady.

There is a lot competition,

Some are story telling,

They all hope to win,

If they don’t, there’ll be yelling.

During a set,

If you make a mistake,

You might be thrown,

Into a lake.

I love this place,

So does Ma and Da,

Everybody loves,

Sliabh Luachra.

by Kieran Fitzgerald 

Don’t Be Afraid

We live in Sliabh Luachra,

It’s all music here,

For those who like to listen,

And for those who like to hear.

There is storytelling, dancing

And drinking too,

So come on down and join our fun,

And join in on cue.

We love a bit of drama

And some singing as well,

So for all who love their laughing

And set dancing, come on down and tell.

So I’ll tell you once, I’ll tell you twice,

So come on down, I’ll tell you thrice,

Now you know what fun we have,

So come on down with your other

HALF!!!

by Liam McSherry

Heart Of Sliabh Luachra

In the heart of Sliabh Luachra,

Where you can’t find opera,

But it’s known for its talent,

Its’ music, singing, and story telling.

A place where everyone is glad,

Not one person sad,

Everyone jumping about,

Yes, it really does count.

It’s extremely busy in June,

They don’t stop until they see a full moon,

Where no one has anything to fear,

Not a single tear.

Everyone is having fun in ‘The City’

Not a single pity,

Having the time of their life,

Every husband and his wife.

by Sophie Nagle