St. Patrick's Poem
Patrick was young boy,
Who was always full of joy.
Wales was the country where he lived,
Most of his life as a kid.
Patrick lived with his dad,
He never thought it was bad.
He liked to work on the farm,
It was like he was under a charm.
He didn’t think much of school,
His father thought he was a fool.
Sixteen was a sweet year,
Until Niall of nine hostages came near.
Niall took Patrick away,
Patrick didn’t know what to say.
Patrick was sold to an Irish chieftain,
Milchiu said I will keep him.
And so he went up Sliabh Mis,
To mind sheep in a ditch.
Six years he spent as a slave,
Living in a tiny cave.
But then God gave him a chance,
To escape across to France.
Leaving Carlingford as a slave,
His new life started on those waves.
From the pirates he escaped,
And a life in France he faked.
But back to Wales he made his way,
His family begged him to stay.
First a priest a bishop second,
Patrick knew that Ireland beckoned.
Patrick brought God to our shore,
He will be remembered forever more.
Gareth
ST. PATRICK
St. Patrick lived in Wales as a lad
A pirate came for slaves but the pirate was bad
Poor St. Patrick was sad and mad
The pirate got money as the pirate was glad
St. Patrick had to work on a farm
If I was him I would have pretended I broke my arm
He heard a voice that said there's a boat in the harbour,
If I was him I would have stayed in bed.
He went to the boat that brought him to Howth to his surprise it went to France,
He stopped his work to take a glance,
Soon he was home.
Glen
Patrick's life
Patrick was a lonely boy.
He lives in Ireland.
He was captured and was bought to Wales.
He was praying to God everyday and night.
God answered, he said there is a boat outside.
He escaped through the backdoor and ran with the boat
Back to Ireland. He was talking about what had done for him. Everybody started to listen to all what he was saying. What people can't touch Patrick belived in God that he can touch it. The people plan that they will build a church for Patrick. He thinks about his mum.
Where can she be.
Rilwan
St. Patrick Poem
St. Patrick was taken away,
He ended up on a bay,
The two men told him why,
All he could do was look at the sky.
When he was finally let free,
He just wanted to have a cup of tea,
He had to mind a lamb,
Patrick stroked it gently with his palm,
He had an unpleasant journey,
The boat he went on was very turnery,
Patrick did not waste his time eating cakes,
He drove out all of Irelands snakes,
Patrick always believes in mass,
Even when he had to sleep on smelly grass.
Everyone cares, the way he had to live in tears,
That’s why I wrote this poem, I did it at home,
He took care of Ireland, and probably a lot of islands.
Sarah