As part of our project we decided to ask the boys in the other classes to write poems about the Little Mill. The following are just a small sample of the poems that were written in the school.
The Little Mill.
The mill was preserved.
Now it’s observed.
The river flows rapidly through the night.
Its nature is a growing delight.
The elevators transported the grain.
They helped to keep the mills good name
The mill is old; there is great history,
Unfortunately it lost its fight for victory.
Every item in the Mill has its own story to tell.
How interesting it would be if these objects could sell
Their riveting history.
By: Darren O’Connor.
The Mill.
Our town mill
Is very still.
It has an empty till
That old mill is on the river Nanny.
It was there before my great, great granny.
People would get a thrill
If the mill came back to this town, brill.
By: Ian McElroy.
The Little Mill.
The Little Mill is really cool,
We are all doing a project on it
It involves the school.
The mill is a very historical site.
The river is black by night.
There is a lot of litter down there,
So, we wrote a note to the council
To see did they care?
We waited for a reply.
We got one that’s no lie.
Their idea was very clever.
Let us hope the mill stays forever.
By: Keith Shaughnessy
The Little Mill.
We went to the mill,
O boy what a thrill.
We listened to the man
Who explained how it ran.
The floors are creaky,
And the roofs are leaky.
The river runs quietly,
But O what a mess.
We wrote to the council
To make a request.
All we can do now
Is hope for the best.
by Leon
The Little Mill.
I’ve been doing a project on the mill.
It is situated at the bottom of a hill.
I saw a few ducks
In the river full of muck.
A few winos come here
To drink a lot of beer.
There are a few trees
For the birds babies.
There are duck cages
I think they are outrageous.
I like the little mill
At the bottom of the hill.
By: Matthew Brady.
The Mill.
The mill in our town
Just shut down.
When we heard what had happened
We all wore a frown.
It was part of Tuam all around.
It helped us when our corn was ground
It always made a crushing sound.
No longer does it go round and round.
No longer does it make a crushing sound
Our town mill is very still.
Every time I go by there
I think it is brill.
By: Ronan Courtney.
The Little Mill.
The Mill stands by the river Nanny,
Looking just like an old granny,
It stopped dead in 1964,
Wheat would ground to the floor no more.
It made lots and lots of flour,
Using the river Nanny for power.
The Farrels and Corcorans owned the mill.
Waiting for funds to do up the museum we remain still.
By: Wayne Brady.