Stories & Poetry

A Day In Bray

On Monday I went to Bray. I had lots of fun. I climbed and I walked. I bought an ice-pop. My brother and sisters and my dad came too. I went on a ghost train. It was very scary. I liked it. I saw the trains. We saw them going in and out of the tunnels. There was a head on the front of the ghost train. It was eating a bat. The eyes moved. It was very hairy. Then I walked on the beach.

Written by J.C., Senior Infants

 
The Things I Like
I like coffee, I like tea,
I like biscuits inside me,
I like the zoo, I like the park,
I like everything except apple tart.
Written by A.T., 2nd Class
 
The Magic Pigskin

The doorbell rang. Three brothers were standing there. They walked into the castle. The king was dressed in red robes, black boots and a golden crown. They pretended to be very famous musicians. It was time for dinner. After dinner was over, the king asked them to play some music. They told the king that they were very tired. The king said"Okay, then you can play some music tomorrow." The brothers walked up the stairs acting very tired. They went to bed and fell asleep. They got up at six o'clock to talk about what they should do. At ten o'clock the king asked them to play some music. The brothers took out some instruments and began to play. The king shouted "Magnificent! I will give you a reward." The brothers asked "Can we have your magic pigskin?" The king said no. The brothers took the pigskin and off they ran. They got into their boat and sailed away as fast as they could. I jumped in a boat and tried to catch them. The brothers drew their swords and started to fight. One of the brothers made a hole in our boat with his sword. Our boat was sinking! We swam back and the king fired us because we didn't get the magic pigskin back.

Written by A.McE., 3rd Class

 
Lost in Poverty
I'm lost in poverty
Half a ripped sock
And a crumb to save the day.
Who knows? Who cares?
Life is not as simple on the streets of Dublin;
Only a couple of pence to my name.
Who knows? Who cares?
People have parties but no fun for us.
The rich get richer but not a house or bed for us.
For us it's misery and nights of hell.
Who knows? Who cares?
Written by D,K. 5th Class
 
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