By: Sarah

 

School: Our Lady’s

 

 

 

 

Gorey

 

I will pack now, and go to Gorey.

 

For there the children run around.

 

Screaming and shouting for ice cream.

 

And the caravans, built of brick and wood

 

Give the place a nice peaceful feeling.

 

For there I wander aimlessly around

 

Like a puppy.

 

Riding on my bicycle,

 

Where I go to tropical islands which consist of

 

A playground, or to the fields

 

Which have a tennis court, or the mysterious barn

 

Which is hollow and empty.

 

For now, I will pack and go to Gorey

 

Even as I am walking among the pearl white grass.

 

I know it deep down at the bottom of my heart.

 

 

By:Roisin

 

School: Our Lady’s

 

 

 

 

You Wonder

 

We wake each morning

 

To a ringing alarm.

 

Could be your mam, your phone

 

Or maybe you, on your own.

 

You wonder

 

How many more years will it be like this?

 

What’s the point of it all

 

To only end in tears.

 

We follow a system that’s been here for lifetimes.

 

But I’m still young, so told to follow their guidelines.

 

We might be young and without a degree.

 

But we’ve got more empathy than they’ll ever see.

 

 

By: Jenny

 

School: Our Lady’s

 

 

 

 

My Granny’s House

 

My Granny’s house

 

Was old and damp.

 

On four acres of land.

 

We’d walk hand in hand.

 

But there’s new homes now

 

Where the orchard was.

 

And new lives on her land.

 

Her house is still there

 

But it’s so much different.

 

I wander through the new estates

 

Wishing nothing had changed.

 

 

By: Ellie

 

School: Our Lady’s

 

 

 

 

 

 

We Don’t Know

 

Isn’t it funny how we think we know each other.

 

But then we’ve to think twice

 

About the name of someone’s mother.

 

Yes we may attend the same school

 

And daily be made live under the same rule.

 

But yesterday everyone had

 

An individual battle that they fought.

 

There might not have been love and peace sought.

 

Everyone around us lives a life we don’t know

 

They don’t often put that side of them on show.

 

I love my sister

 

She knows me better than anyone else

 

She always has my back

 

We always have the craic

 

She never lets me down

 

She always make me laugh

 

She picks me up when I’m down

 

She always gives me little motivational talks

 

I can tell her anything and she won’t judge

 

But I always have her back cause I’m her number one fan.

 

My Nana she was always there for me.

 

She taught me half my life and I am truly grateful.

 

What I love about her is she never gave up on me.

 

Now she’s gone

 

but not forever in my heart.

 

I’ll will never forget the wonderful memories

 

I had with her and I know she would be

 

Very proud of me.

 

Things that I love

 

My world

 

The only person always there

 

Taught me how to live

 

How to not let things bother me

 

Sliding down the stairs on a big teddy bear.

 

Sneaking sweets and you

 

never being able to hear me say thanks

 

Curling my hair, TV so loud.

 

Going to church not knowing what’s happening

 

Me growing up

 

Learning I’m not like others

 

Can’t spell or read but that never stopped you

 

From helping me

 

Never forget to spell together

 

To-get-her

 

As always you came to get me when I arrived at yours

 

Never forget running to your door.

 

But it’s all gone

 

Seeing you isn’t nice

 

Going to a home that smells horrible

 

You forgetting me on bad days

 

But you’re 95 and I’ve had 16 years

 

I won’t forget you.

 

Even if you do.

 

Sitting by the pool with the sun blazing down

 

Sweaty suncream sprawled across my face

 

The only one who remembered to put it on

 

Laughing about nothing, smiling about it all

 

Sharing ice-creams everyday

 

Who cares about germs anyway

 

Sleepovers galore

 

Telling everything we know

 

Road trip after road trip

 

Singing the whole way along

 

My best friends in the whole world

 

Good-looking boys too

 

Campfires and sunsets

 

The best time I ever knew

 

I love good weather

 

And when we’re out for school

 

My mam says summer’s too long

 

But I’m never going back to school

 

Everything is just better the days

 

Are longer and the food is great

 

You get to do whatever

 

And forget about work, due dates.

 

But when you seen the tesco ad for

 

Back to school pop up

 

You know the summer will soon be locking up

 

Time to make the most of it now

 

Before it’s back to jail for another year

 

Let’s hope this sentence is less harsh this time

 

And time flies by here.

 

Please Pick Me

 

I can’t write poems

 

I wish I could

 

This is my fourth time trying

 

Please pick me for the workshop

 

I’d love to go

 

Can you please pick me

 

I want to be able to write poems.

 

Help me.

 

Thanks Colm

 

We ran down Dun Laoghaire pier

 

struggling to keep up with John and Aaron

 

Like the buoys in the water trying to keep afloat

 

The wind wailed in our ears

 

as we huddled at the end of the pier

 

I was late home that night

 

and I didn’t care as we sat outside

 

I wish darts were off today

 

and the buses would stop

 

So we couldn’t go home

 

and we could stay in that memory forever.

 

We were waiting at the bus stop

 

Also with Millypops

 

She was waiting on the 61

 

But there was no bus due for us

 

And that was not much fun

 

We started to run thinking

 

It would make the journey fast

 

But that did not last

 

We were out of breath and thirsty

 

Not caring about who we would see

 

In the distance I could see

 

Rathfarnham Shopping Centre

 

Waiting for me

 

Finally we reached Templeogue College

 

Very sweaty because it was nearly May

 

But there was no school

 

Because it was a Sunday

 

I heard Emily’s dad beep,

 

In his jeep

 

It was a great relief

 

Because then,

 

She didn’t have to walk to Ashleaf.

 

I Hate it.

 

I hate the way you lie

 

I hate the way you left without saying bye

 

I hate the way you make me feel down

 

I hate the way you’re not around

 

I hate the way I lost my best friend

 

I hate the way it had to end

 

Big Clown Shoes

 

The next-door-neighbour of your dreams

 

He was over every weekend for the Sunday Game As he didn’t bother to set up his own TV He never married yet he was always happy

 

The smell of his house I will never forget

 

That musty old person smell with a mix of persil His big clown shoes that he shuffled off to church in He lived every moment to the fullest Playing magic tricks with me and my sister

 

But now there’s kids younger than us in the house next door.

 

I would much prefer if I could just hear you

 

Shuffle through our stones to our front door.