Portumna Community School Portumna, Co. Galway, Ireland
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This page is currently under construction
Meet some of our second year students Leaving Cert. Photos Visit our ART page and our Engineering page On this page it is intended to show samples of work by students from the school. This will include poetry, artwork, Home Economics, Engineering and Construction Studies projects etc. We are currently photographing examples of these and hope to have this section up and running by the end of April. For now we have included some poems by our second year students which were entries in The Amergin Memorial Poetry Competition organised by the actor Patrick Bergin.The theme of the competition was Birds
The Crow The old crow perches there On a tall tree top Everything black No stars in the sky. But himself perched safe and high. The silence is broken By the sound of his cries Caw. Caw. Caw. Johnny Deely. (13)
The Hawk
As the moon is glowing In the old dark lane The tiny mouse Runs across the grass As watching from the sky The fierce looking hawk Swoops down and catches HIM
Eoghan Curley (13)
Birds Birds are such beautiful things Their colour, their shape and their wings. The sight of them flying so high in the sky Makes one wish you could give it a try Some migrate for the winter you see them arrive back for the summer refuelled full of glee The robin, it isn't his nature to go He hangs around all winter in rain and in snow Edwina Ryan (13)
Why? Deep inside me there is a bird A bird that wants to fly up high Into the sky But I can't Why, Why, Why, Can't I fly? I try, I try but I just can't seem to fly. Deep inside me there is a bird A big bird that wants to spread It's wings as far as possible Deep me inside me there is a bird that wants to float in the sea along the small waves. Deep inside me there is a bird that wants to roll around in the soft white snow
I wrote this because I want you to realise that everyone should not be judged by the outside but what they are like on the inside Deep inside everyone if you look hard enough you will find an inner animal and mine is a bird. You are what you are inside, not what you are on the outside. Caroline Fallon (14)
The Robin The robin flies through the air Her wings barely flapping in the dark night She finds her way through the thick bush But where can she find food this late? She thinks of her nestlings starving at home She carries on courageously It will soon be dawn. Brian Dillon (13)
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