Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Monday, 9 February 2015

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

 

Friday, 16 January 2015

Snow Day Acrostic Poems

The Senior Room were busy writing Acrostic poems with the words 'Snow Day'.


Sunday is the best for snow.
No school
Out and about all day long
When I see the weather change
Dreary, we go back inside
Afraid to watch the world melt
You watch your snowman turn into a puddle.
by Liam 

Snow is so joyful,
Now it is falling all around us,
Oh it is so fun,
Wow, it is snowing heavy now,
Don't get too carried away,
And if you do,
You'll get flaked with snowballs!
by Kieran

Sophie was happy when she woke up today,
Niamh saw the snow and screamed with joy,
Orla decided to throw snowballs at us,
Weather was all we cared about now,
Delivery of snow meant we could build a snow family,
And you had no idea how happy Michelle was,
You would be so jealous of our fun in the snow!

by Sophie

Snow is fun,
Nothing against the burning sun,
Oh how I wished it snowed all day,
We build and throw and play away,
Day and night I would still be out,
Away with the sun,
Yippee!!! I love snow.

by Orla

Snow is falling down,
No one is making a frown,
Orla thinks the snow is fun,
Winter can be fun for anyone,
Dancing and prancing everywhere,
Always snow in our hair,
You and I don't really care.

        by Michelle
Snow all over the ground.
Now everyone is getting ready to go and play.
Orla gets up and screams.
While others get up with glee.
Dawn is upon us the next day.
All the children in the town cheer.
Yippee the snow is here again today!
by Niamh

Snow is coming.
No sun today
Oh the fun!
Weather can be playful
Day spent out and about
Across the lawn
You can make snowmen
By Niall

Snow is coming and it's falling,
No more sun but lots of fun,
On a snow day,
We can build a snowman,
Do lots of games
And have some fun,
You'll throw some snowballs and get soaked!


by Michael

Singing birds was so last summer,
Now it's time for snowmen,
Our back garden is full of snow, I never want it to ever go ,
Winter is the best season ever,
Day after day I always pray, that it will snow the next day
After dinner I make my day, by building a snowman and then go play
"Yes!" Said my mother, "It's summer again" and I go mutter with my friend Ben.

by James