Yeats Poetry 

4th , 5th & 6th class studied the poetry of W. B. Yeats and inspired by this they wrote wonderful poems, and some have been chosen to be entered into The Blackrock Education Centre,Yeats Poetry Competition. 

See some of their poems below: 

The Enchanted Forest of Oak

The first light of a new day unfolds

The sun blankets the ocean,

Rays of sunlight break through

the enchanted forest.

For the spirits have finished

their party.

Flowers are being showered

by fiery sunlight,

I see a girl on a white horse,

She whispers in my ear,

                     Come away! Come away!

                          Come away!

By Adam 5th class 

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Epiphany

Walking down the beach with the orange sun setting,

I think to myself many depressing dark thoughts.

As I reach the forest my anger brews,

The sun soon sets leaving me in pitch black.

As the small thin layer of hard, dead leaves

Starts to thin, I realize I am not where I thought.

My ever ageing lamp soon starts to dim,

The orientation of the land is changing.

Suddenly there are no trees around me,

I am lost, the only indication of land

Is the small pitter-patter of a nearby stream.

My anger changes to sadness and fear.

With this sudden change of heart,

The dark is extinguished like a blazing flame deprived of air.

The presence of death is removed from the land,

To be replaced by a blinding light.

I tried to turn back but I could not

I took a step forward and I was on the beach,

Just as I had been only moments ago.

By Harry 6th class 

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Dancing with Nature

I was walking slowly through the trees,

With the awakening winds,

Flowing through my unbound hair.

The carpet of leaves and moss,

Soft on my bare feet,

As I made my way swiftly by  the trees.

The light spilled from the gaps

Between the branches,

And the sound of the running water,

Flooded to my ears.

I followed it,

To find a beautiful ancient oak tree,

With a stream and waterfall at its side,

The sunrays dancing,

On the silver water.

I tried to get rid of my mortal dreams,

To live this moment for as long as I could,

Until the sun disappeared,

 Until the stains of light fade away…

By Nele 6th Class 

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Lovely Sligo

we are young,

we are in love,

and we are wandering Sligo together,

we sit up above the water,

and I persuade him to jump in.

we love all sligo’s beautiful features,

the carpets of leaves in the hazel wood,

where we walk in bare feet,

where he hauls himself onto the tree,

and he pulls me up after him,

we sit up there for hours,

admiring the beautiful views.

 By Jazmine 5th Class 

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The Fairy

The fire flaming in early dawn

In a mystical forest,

In lands far away

The fire fairy is  dancing in the flames,

Her fiery hair blowing in the wind

Her flaming dress flowing in the breeze

Running out of the fire

As I see her fading away into the dark forest.

I follow her to the waterfall

Which trickles  into the silver pools

In mystical lands afar,

She skates on silver lily pads

Jumping from boulder

 To boulder covered in a blanket of moss.

The little  fairy is dancing

Hiding shyly in the waterfall

From the sight of  me.

By Isabelle 4th class 

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SHADOW!!!!!!!

Sunbeam, Emerald and all I can see,

I spot a cairn ,no lock no key,

The stony mountain overlooking a gleaming fountain,

The crystal water,

Reflecting the fairies flutter,

The winds cry,

Making the lake sigh,

Sunbeams of emerald,

Are all I can see ,

I spot a cairn, no lock no key.

By Nadia 4th class 

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The Mists of Sligo

The Mist of Sligo,

Invading the tops of the mountain

As the wind flies around,

Silver mist trickling

As the magical fairies

Were blowing tiny bubbles

Into the hurricane of grass and leaves

The salty sea is spraying the shore

The waves crashing against the rushy bay

The sun’s reflection sparkling

Against the crystal  ripples.

Of the shiny rock pools.

By Robert 4th class 

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Grainne’s Dance

Grainne is wondering the magical

Country-side of Ireland,

Spreading beauty everywhere,

Her golden hair wild,

As she jumps the crystal waters,

Runs over dew tipped grass,

And climbs the highest mountains,

No one sees her,

But she’s there,

Wandering the bright country-side,

Unknown to the mortal world. 

By Lauren 5th class