Our Treasury of
Poetry
2020
This collection was put together by
1st Years Manor House School t
For
National Poetry Day 30th April 2020.
We hope you enjoy it.
I chose an extract from the poem Television by Roald Dahl because I like this poem and I feel it is fitting. We also took part in DEAR time on Friday and this poem apt. Maebh NĂ Bhranagain
Oh please, oh please, we beg, we pray, Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall. Then fill the shelves with lots of books, Ignoring all the dirty looks, The screams and yells, the bites and kicks, And children hitting you with sticksFear not, because we promise you That, in about a week or two Of having nothing else to do, They'll now begin to feel the need Of having something to read. And once they start -- oh boy, oh boy! You watch the slowly growing joy That fills their hearts. They'll grow so keen They'll wonder what they'd ever seen In that ridiculous machine, That nauseating, foul, unclean, Repulsive television screen! And later, each and every kid Will love you more for what you did.
I love this poem since when I first read it, it made me smile and it is quite unusual. I like the rhyme, it is fun to read. Nicole Leder
It’s Raining Hearts It’s raining hearts; It’s storming flowers; We’re in for scattered Stardust showers. It’s drizzling chocolate, Pouring pies; We might be seeing Candy skies. Of all the weather There could be, Plain water seems A waste to me. Barbara Vance
This is my Mam’s favourite poem because it reminds her of when she was younger, with her friends. Aoife Maguire
Blackberry-Picking Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots. Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills We trekked and picked until the cans were full, Until the tinkling bottom had been covered With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard's. We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre. But when the bath was filled we found a fur, A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache. The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour. I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair That all the lovely can-fulls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not. Seamus Heaney
This is a happy poem that makes you laugh or smile when you read it. It talks about how the world can be a nice place. Demi Moran
Candy Man Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two The candy man, the candy man can The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good.
This is my favourite poem, Addison Fly This is also my favourite poem, it is from one of my favourite films Twilight Saga; Eclipse, and it is also on the back of our English book! Isobelle Dowling
Fire and Ice Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I have tasted of desire I hold with those who favour fire. But if I had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction Ice is also great And would suffice. Robert Frost
I picked this because it is a poem that everyone would understand and a poem about how people are feeling. Aisling Savage
Whatif Last night, while I lay thinking here, some Whatifs crawled inside my ear and pranced and partied all night long and sang their same old Whatif song: Whatif I'm dumb in school? Whatif they've closed the swimming pool? Whatif I get beat up? Whatif there's poison in my cup? Whatif I start to cry? Whatif I get sick and die? Whatif I flunk that test? Whatif green hair grows on my chest? Whatif nobody likes me? Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me? Whatif I don't grow taller? Whatif my head starts getting smaller? Whatif the fish won't bite? Whatif the wind tears up my kite? Whatif they start a war? Whatif my parents get divorced? Whatif the bus is late? Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight? Whatif I tear my pants? Whatif I never learn to dance? Everything seems well, and then the night time Whatifs strike again! Shel Silverstein
I chose this poem because it's very descriptive and I can visualise what is going on in the poem in my head. I can see the fields with daffodils and the sun shining down. We did this poem in 6th class and I have liked it ever since. Claudia Lennon Connolly I like this poem because it's about nature and I can imagine the scene and loads of daffodils in my head. Niamh Bury This poem is a favourite for my family. Saoirse Moran This poem was also chosen by Jennifer Grimes.
I wandered lonely as a cloud I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.
William Wordsworth
I love this poem because my teacher read it to us when we were in primary school. Katie Teefy
RIVER JOURNEY From the sky there comes a storm Causing thunderclouds to form Lightning flashes like the sun Rain falls down on everyone Making puddles for the roads Cleaning up the dirty roads From the land the water flows And the Mississippi grows It’s water flowing from the earth, How do we know the rivers worth? At river’s edge we watch the stream And hear the stories waters’ dream Passing through the gills of fish Then cleaned and piped to wash our dish Sacred? Common? Safe to drink? What is flowing in our sink? Symbolic of our own rebirth, Please speak a word for water’s worth Jonee Kulman Brigham
I chose this poem because I thought that it was wonderfully written. I think it's about people worrying too much about the stresses of life, and their flaws and failing, to recognize how wonderful life is. Niamh Abbott
We Are More With the familiar blur of familiar frames Wearied, we wait discrete Worried that we cannot breathe for the wind is yet to take us away… do you think much longer? We blend in to the scene like a sail in the overcast, lingering in our subconscious striving, aching for the sting of summer to melt us in the sun… when is it coming? The frost bits our lips, Fastening the deadly silence A fascinating mind, hidden in fearsome chambers Collapsing with the dead leaves of our own trees… How much longer? We hesitate to bloom, Blinded to our own beauty. Another day, another season believing we are better by ourselves, the world is bitter… Spring is shunned by the silence But we are fine; The wind will take us away, Summer’s sun will melt us, The leaves will fall, and nature will bloom. But we are more than we seem… we breathe. Aislinn Miell
I chose this poem because I like stars, and I found the adjectives the poet used very interesting. Zoë Adriaanse
Bright Star Right star, would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priest like task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death John Keats
The poem I chose was Missing Summer. The author is unknown. I chose this poem because Summer is my favourite season, and how I hate it when Summer comes to the end. Grace Collier
Missing Summer The grass so green, the sun so bright. Life seems a dream, no worries in sight.
Friends and cookouts, memories and laughs. Good times to remember, but how long will it last?
Tans and tank tops, laughter and bliss. Each moment passes without even a miss.
The grass soon fades, leaves begin to fall. School replaces sleepovers. Oh, I'll miss it all
I like this poem because it reminds me of summer and, at this time, when it’s sunny and I feel like it is summer! Megan McGloin Real Nice Day A real nice day To idle time away. Soft blue skies Offer no disguise. A gentle breeze To do as you please. Friendly warm sun No reason to run. Fields of grass Nothing moving fast. A real nice day Things going my way. Patricia Walter
I found a poem that I loved the motto in it. Rebecca Perkins
Happiness Happiness, such a funny little word For some it comes so easy For others the idea seems absurd We spend our lives chasing it, One way or another, Through money, fame, Religion or the embrace of a lover But all these goals are futile and deep down we know it’s true Because in the end it's your own happiness It has to come from you Craig Jones I love this poem because it helps me realise you have to have bad days to have good ones. In dance some days you have off days and feel disappointment in yourself but this poem shows that’s OK, everyone can have off days. Deimente Collier I picked that poem because going into secondary I tried my best at my new subjects but, even when I tried my best, I sometimes didn’t get the grade I was hoping for! Rachel Phillips I chose this poem because in a test, even if you don’t think you got everything right, at least you know you tried your best and you couldn’t have done any better. Emma Hughes
Your Best If you always try your best Then you’ll never have to wonder About what you could have done If you’d summoned all your thunder And if your best Was not as good As you hoped it would You still could say “I gave today All that I had in me “ Barbara Vance
I love this poem, because everyone is who they want to be and who they are, and they shouldn’t change that to fit in! Kate Thomson. I am not for everyone I am not for everyone. I know my truth, I know who I am, I know what I do and do not bring to the table. I’m not easy to deal with But I do bring tons of value. I bring love and strength, But I am not perfect, and if I don’t fit in with a person or group That is okay with me. Sylvester McNutt
Submitted by Amelia Roden. A quote from the film IT.
Your Hair is Winter Fire, January embers, My heart burns there too Stephen King
The poem I chose is called ’Down By The Salley Gardens’ by William Butler Yeats. I chose this poem because my cousin taught the song to me when we were younger and we would sing it to our grandparents a lot. The poem is very nostalgic for both of us. Ciara Ponsonby
Down By the Salley Gardens Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree. In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears. William Butler Yeats
I find this poem emotional. It is about a man expressing his love for his wife. He loved her when she was young and all through the years as she was getting older. He wants her, now she is older and tried, to sit back, and remember, that he always loved her and she made people happy. Saoirse Walsh
When You Are Old When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. By William Butler Yeats
I chose this poem because I do cheerleading and I love it this poem explains everything that you feel and do Hannah Egan
CHEER YOUR HEART OUT The feeling before you step on the mat It’s almost like a panic attack You practice all year round Hoping your stunts don’t fall on the ground Shouting words of joy Other teams you hope to destroy We jump high but fly higher All dressed in the same attire With make-up and bouncy curls A team with ambitious girls We will all work together on a routine Wishing for people to be amazed when seen Judges will not be prepared
I chose this poem because I am familiar with it because we learned about it in History. Rachael Kelly The Doom of Beauty Choice soul, in whom, as in a glass, we see, Mirrored in thy pure form and delicate, What beauties heaven and nature can create, The paragon of all their works to be! Fair soul, in whom love, pity, piety, Have found a home, as from thy outward state We clearly read, and are so rare and great That they adorn none other like to thee! Love takes me captive; beauty binds my soul; Pity and mercy with their gentle eyes Wake in my heart a hope that cannot cheat. What law, what destiny, what fell control, What cruelty, or late or soon, denies That death should spare perfection so complete? Michelangelo Buonarroti
I love this poem because of the nice message in it. Aimee Ennis
On the influence of media We are all born so beautiful The greatest tragedy is Being convinced we are not. by Rupi Kaur.
Chosen by Grace Mooney
To see the wold in a grain of sand And heaven in a wildflower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And eternity in an hour. William Blake
I really liked this poem because, it gives me memories of when I was younger and I went to my holiday home with my whole family. Summer Sweeney
The Beach Come to the beach where the sea is blue and little white waves come running at you. A wave comes splashing over your toes, you just stand still and away it goes. We’ll build a castle down by the sea and look for shells if you’ll come with me.
A poem about friendship Molly Connell
To be a good friend I will laugh when you laugh, I will cry when you cry, I will tell you you’re lovely And that is no lie. I will join you for lunch And we’ll share a dessert, As we catch up on gossip And dish all the dirt. I will keep all your secrets (I know you’ll keep mine), ‘till we’re old and grey and wrinkled, ‘till the end of all time. To be your best friend I’ll be all that and more, I’ll be there when you need me, that’s what friends are for. Pamala-Joyce Randolph
Submitted By Zoe Ward Spring Is Here Spring is here In the air You can smell it coming. On the trees Leaves are green Caterpillars sunning,
Birds are back, Grass is out Busy bees are humming. On the trees Leaves are green, Caterpillars sunning.
Chosen by Niamh Bell It put a good picture in my head
She was, in fact, a child of the Moon. Wandering around aimlessly, in the dark. Bringing light to everyone around her.
I picked this poem because it stood out to me and it wasn’t like anything i had read before. Tara Fearn
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died I heard a Fly buzz - when I died The Stillness in the Room Was like the Stillness in the Air Between the Heaves of Storm –
The Eyes around - had wrung them dry And Breaths were gathering firm For that last Onset - when the King Be witnessed - in the Room -
I willed my Keepsakes - Signed away What portion of me be Assignable - and then it was There interposed a Fly -
With Blue - uncertain - stumbling Buzz Between the light - and me And then the Windows failed - and then I could not see to see. Emily Dickinson.
Written by Swati Upadhyay, class 1S. Was it a Dream? I was surfing deep in the tides, High in the sky, Flying along the birds I kept going, With the most pleasant breeze blowing by, Landing on the pink fluffy clouds, I sink beneath, It was like being cushioned, As if sitting in sweets and cotton candies. Skipping and twirling I take off once again, With the butterflies amongst me, The view seemed insane, Like far away the rainbows were waiting for me. Clashing noises of thunder, Cover the sky with grieving clouds, That was just the signal of danger, Before the real knockouts Bursts of wind turning more horrendous, Tearing the world in half, were showing their last phase, It was impossible to see in this wind so vicious. In a sudden I woke up, Astonished by my special dream, Seeing the surfing board in my room, The only thought which occurred, Was it a Dream?
This poem was written by Grace Kelly 1R Achill Achill is the beautiful Island of the West, The is no better place to relax and to rest, The beauty in the sea and the mountains around, Are truly so stunning, no nicer can be found. The sun shines brightly in the gem that is Achill, The sheep and lambs mix amongst the cattle, The sea is vibrant, and the cliffs are exquisite, What a stunning place to come and visit.
I picked this poem for two reasons, firstly it's about Christmas and Christmas is my favourite time ever. The second reason is that this is the first poem I learned when I moved to Ireland and it brings back great memories. Jordan Martinez Hernandez I chose this poem because it’s one of my favourites even though it’s a Christmas poem. I chose it because my family and I listen to it every Christmas Eve. Sadhbh Brett
‘Twas the Night before Christmas ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
The poem I picked is There Will Come Soft Rain. I really like this poem as the topic is nature, and I think nature can be very relaxing. Maia Dowling
There will come soft rain There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone. Sara Teasdale
This poem was recommended to me by a family member. Since it was written by Seamus Heaney I knew it was going to be good. This is now one of my favourite poems. Ciara Glancy
The Call “Hold on,” she said, “I’ll just run out and get him. The weather here’s so good, he took the chance To do a bit of weeding.”
So I saw him Down on his hands and knees beside the leek rig, Touching, inspecting, separating one Stalk from the other, gently pulling up Everything not tapered, frail and leafless, Pleased to feel each little weed-root break, But rueful also . . .
Then found myself listening to The amplified grave ticking of hall clocks Where the phone lay unattended in a calm Of mirror glass and sun struck pendulums. . .
And found myself then thinking: If it were nowadays, This is how Death would summon Everyman.
Next thing he spoke and I nearly said I loved him Seamus Heaney
This is my Mam's favourite poem. It was the first real poem that she learned in primary school and she never forgot it. Roise Ni Laoire This is also my favourite, Rebecca Abernathy
Midterm Break I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying— He had always taken funerals in his stride— And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow. The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram When I came in, and I was embarrassed By old men standing up to shake my hand And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'. Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest, Away at school, as my mother held my hand In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs. At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses. Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him For the first time in six weeks. Paler now, Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple, He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot. No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear. A four-foot box, a foot for every year. by Séamus Heaney
I have chosen this poem because it’s always been my Mam’s favourite poem. She likes the way it’s very descriptive and you can really imagine it. Leah Flynn This poem was also chosen By Ava Malone
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost
I came across this poem and I really liked it. I thought it was very true and not a lot of people think about what you really are. Brooke Robertson
Who are you really? You are not a name or a height, or a weight or a gender, you are not an age and you are not where you are from. You are your favourite books and the songs stuck in your head, you are your thoughts and what you eat for breakfast on Saturday mornings. You are a thousand things but everyone chooses to see the million things you are not. You are not where you are from you are where you're going and I'd like to go there too" MK
I liked this poem because in these difficult times it is important to have hope and faith. Anna Cotter
Hope Hope is the place where you want to go Hope is the person who you want to know Hope is the feeling that carries you through and hope is the future for me and you Ms Moem
This is the poem I have chosen to send in. I chose it because I think it is a nice way of seeing things. Aimee Foley
Our life is like, A thorny rose. Not perfect, but always beautiful. Kirston D. Warfield
I picked this poem because my Mam had to learn it when she was younger and it has always stuck with her and I think this is a very funny poem. Layla Connelly OH, I WISH I'D LOOKED AFTER MY TEETH Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth, And spotted the perils beneath, All the toffees I chewed, And the sweet sticky food, Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth. I wish I'd been that much more willin' When I had more tooth there than fillin' To pass up gobstoppers, From respect to me choppers And to buy something else with me shillin'. When I think of the lollies I licked, And the liquorice allsorts I picked, Sherbet dabs, big and little, All that hard peanut brittle, My conscience gets horribly pricked. My Mother, she told me no end, "If you got a tooth, you got a friend" I was young then, and careless, My toothbrush was hairless, I never had much time to spend. Oh I showed them the toothpaste all right, I flashed it about late at night, But up-and-down brushin' And pokin' and fussin' Didn't seem worth the time... I could bite! If I'd known I was paving the way, To cavities, caps and decay, The murder of fiIlin's Injections and drillin's I'd have thrown all me sherbet away. So I lay in the old dentist's chair, And I gaze up his nose in despair, And his drill it do whine, In these molars of mine, "Two amalgum," he'll say, "for in there." How I laughed at my Mother's false teeth, As they foamed in the waters beneath, But now comes the reckonin' It's me they are beckonin' Oh, I wish I'd looked after me teeth. Pam Ayres
I picked this poem because my Dad wrote it a few years ago when he did a bit of poetry. Keeve Stewart
Dreams Standing on the mountain top alone am I, Feeling the wind upon my face Under a moonlit sky. Closing my eyes with a smile on my face The stars oh so bright, I'm watching two of Them, oh what a beautiful night. The stars they are in love as they fly Together in the night sky above. Like birds they fly with joy and glee If only it were you and I. Eyes open again, the stars they have gone I look over the water and wonder. Until when I need not worry for the time that be When day will go and night will come. We’ll get together we’ll have some fun, Just as the stars they run they jump They dance over the sea together for ever They will always be. By Vincent Stewart
This poem is my Dad’s favourite. It has a lot of meaning for him, he wrote it for someone. Claire Nolan
Decisions Should heavens gates be opened to me Show me all it’s grace and splender Offer me eternal peace If angels embrace me with wings of gold Their tears of joy like a warm rain falling To see the faces of all my loved ones Who have left for God’s great palace Or should I be offered, Just one more glimpse of you Then cast to the pits of total damnation The never diminishing fires of hell To listen to the despairing cries, Of lost souls all about Then let it be For one more glimpse of your beauty Will last me all eternity. Paul Nolan
I chose this poem because I like the story it tells. One road looks easier and the other rougher but sometimes it’s the journey that counts. Stella Maloney I chose this poem because I liked the language in it and it wasn't too hard to read Katie Costello This poem was also chosen as a favourite by Cuileann Monaghan
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveller, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and II took the one less travelled by, And that has made all the difference. Robert Frost
I like this poem because it can be simply summarised as sometimes it's better to be a “nobody” than a “somebody”, in the public eye, always seeking attention. Riya Alex
I'm Nobody! Who are you? I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a Frog – To tell one's name – the livelong June – To an admiring Bog!
by Emily Dickson.
I chose this poem because it’s very positive and brings back a lot of good memories from primary school! I also love the message of this poem as well. Heather Small
Smiling Is Infectious Smiling is infectious, you catch it like the flu, When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling too. I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin. When he smiled I realized I'd passed it on to him.
I thought about that smile, then I realized its worth. A single smile, just like mine could travel round the earth. So, if you feel a smile begin, don't leave it undetected. Let's start an epidemic quick, and get the world infected! Spike Milligan
I picked this poem because I think that it was a lovely poem and I think that this poem will be a nice reminder to stay in touch with our friends and to be thinking of them especially at this time. Sophie McGrath
A Friend A person who will listen and not condemn Someone on whom you can depend They will not flee when bad times are here Instead they will be there to lend an ear They will think of ways to make you smile So you can be happy for a while When times are good and happy there after They will be there to share the laughter Do not forget your friends at all For they pick you up when you fall Do not expect to just take and hold Give friendship back, it is pure gold.
Gillian Jones Submitted by Amy McMenamy.
May your Easter be Happy, May your day be bright, May you enjoy the treats And sweet delights. But remember the meaning Remember God’s gift, Remember the resurrection May your soul uplift.
Chosen by Fionnula O’Byrne
Through Thick And Thin I could skip a heartbeat, and I would survive. I could be in a car crash and still be alive. The clouds could fall out of the sky. The oceans could disappear and all turn dry. These things in life are all bad, I know, but there's far worse things, just thought you should know. Life would not be the same without someone like you. You're there when I need you to help me through. Through the good times and through the bad, Be them happy or be them sad. I don't have to be with you to know you're there. We don't have to see each other to know that we care. We could be apart for years upon end and still remain the best of friends. Life goes on, and people change, And through it all, our friendship shall remain the same. That's such as life and how things come to be. Just thought you should know how much you mean to me! Annie Small
I like this poem because it reminds me of primary school and going out with my friends. Aoife Keegan HILL ROLLING
BY ANDREW TAYLOR
I kind of exploded inside, and joy shot out of me. I began my roll down the grassy hill. I bent my knees up small, took a deep breath and I was off. My arms shot out sideways. I gathered speed. My eyes squinted. Sky and grass, dazzle and dark. I went on forever, My arms were covered with dents, holes, squashed grass. Before I knew it I was at the bottom. The game was over. The door of the classroom closed behind me. I can smell chalk dust, and hear the voice of teachers, to make me forget my hill.
Nursery Rhyme I’m rolling, rolling, rolling down I’m rolling down a hill. I’m rolling, rolling, rolling down I’m rolling down it still. I’m rolling, rolling, rolling down I’m rolling down a hill. I’m rolling, rolling, rolling down and now I feel quite ill.
I chose this poem because I thought it was a really good poem. It's true, easy to read and appropriate. Jewel Wenzel
And The People Stayed Home And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal. And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new ways to live and heal the earth fully, as they had been healed. By Kitty O'Meara
I thought this was nice and we can think of the families who have lost loved ones during these uncertain times. Ella Harris
It’s hard to say goodbye, but the sun will never rise if it doesn’t set. tanya s
I liked this poem because I think, during this time, people have learned to spend more time with their family and to appreciate them. Demi Leigh Gunnery
Family comes together For always and forever In sickness and in health In poverty or in wealth Family comes together For always and forever Without any reason Anytime or any season Family comes together For always and forever In death or in life In happiness or in strife Family comes together For always and forever In anger or in kindness Whether all seeing or in blindness Family comes together For always and forever Whether for work or for play They somehow find a way For family to come together Because families are forever by Glaedr the Poet.
We started with Roald Dahl and we will end with him, with a poem picked by Laura Murphy…
I liked this poem because it relates to the situation we are all in now and makes me miss my friends. Laura Murphy.
The Giraffe, The Pelly and Me We have tears in our eyes as we wave our goodbyes we so loved being with you we three so do please now and then come and see us again the giraffe, the Pelly and me all you do is to look at a page in this book cos that’s where we always will be no book ever ends when it’s full of your friends like The Giraffe, The Pelly and me. Roald Dahl
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