Bóithre

Bóithre is the first edition of our school poetry book, written by 5th. and 6th. classes. The name comes from the Irish words bó (cow) and thiar (west)-the cow paths. The book is named after the first poem in the book written by one of our past-pupils Michael Flynn.
The poem celebrates the joy of choosing our own "windy paths" and warns us of the dangers of choosing the straight and narrow. I chose this poem and this name to encourage everyone to taste the "pure joy" and the heartbreak of following his own path, even though the straight and narrow may seem a lot safer. And Poetry because its discipline extracts precision with beauty and rhythm. The poems were printed by the pupils themselves, but special acknowledgement must be given to David Foley(5th) for the final layout of the book. The cover design is by Patrick Power(6th). Copies if Bóithre may be acquired by sending an A5 S.A.E.(50p) to
Killea National School
Dunmore East
Co.Waterford
Ireland
Next year we intend to build the book into "A Millennium Book" with contributions from present and past pupils. Writers may use poetry or prose. Contributions welcome at any time to the school.
Mrs. R. Burke

The war planes fly low every night,
They bomb until it is daylight,
Women and children cuddle with fright,
To them it' just another night
Clinton and Milsoevich they don't prove anything
Because, when it's all over
Neither will win.
Michael Corcoran. Rang 5

Man. United V. Liverpool

One day I went to a big football match,
And on the seats I sat in a wet patch,
"Oh No", I said "What have I done",
And I looked at the score board, it was 1-1.
In the second half to my surprise,
The stadium was full of loud cries,
All because Neville scored an O.G.
Because he was stung by a bumble bee,
And in the end the score was 2-1,
Liverpool had won.
Dean Whittle. Rang 5

School's Out

School's out
Girls scream, boys shout, dogs bark
School's out.
Cats run, horses shy, into trees
Birds fly,
Babies wake, opened eye.
If they can, tramps hide.
Patrick Power. Rang 5

A Memorable Day
One night before I went to bed,
I joined my hands together and said,
O God, make tomorrow a memorable day,
When in the morning in my bed I lay,
I heard the sound of snowflakes falling,
Then the voice of my brother calling,
Come! Come! The whole place is glowing,
I put my clothes on in a flash,
Ran outside in a dash,
An astonishing view confronted me,
A white blanket which gave pleasure to see,
That day we had a lot of fun and play,
O thank you God for that memorable day.

Peter Power. Rang 6

Cluiche Peile
Tá an cluiche go maith.
Tá a lán páistí ag imirt sa bhaile
Lena gcairde.
Ba mhaith leo cúl a scór.
Tá beagán foireann go maith agus cuid eile go holc.
Nuair a bhíonn cluiche á imirt
Bíonn a lán daoine ag féachaint.
Nuair a thaispeánann an réiteoir an cárta dearg
Bíonn an slua ag béiceadh.

Darren Flynn. Rang 5
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