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Remember, tomorrow April 30th is Poetry Day Ireland.
Why not take some time to bring the joy of poetry into the lives of children and young people, with resources that will help them read, write and listen to great poetry.
Writing Poetry
Poetry Ireland creates excellent resource packs to support poetry exploration on Poetry Day and all year round. It is well worth checking out their back catalogue of Poetry Day resource packs.
Their 2019 pack is available by clicking HERE.
This pack provides many creative ways to get pupils writing different types and styles of poetry.
Other resource packs worth checking out are available HERE and HERE and HERE.
Reading & Listening to Poetry
Performing poetry with appropriate expression, rhythm and pace is an enviable skill, learned by listening to others read poetry.
One fantastic website, founded to inspire young learners by enabling them to listen to poetry, is ‘The Children’s Poetry Archive’ available HERE.
Treasured poets for young learners, (and older ones too), that you can listen to, include Spike Milligan, Michael Rosen and Roald Dahl. Poetry is explored and categorised across type, poet, theme and age. It certainly is one website that every parent, teacher and pupil should check out.
We hope these resources will help enhance your Poetry Day tomorrow and enable you to enjoy poetry all year round, with young and old.
Make ‘Time’ for Great Poetry and Great Competitions.
Note: Poetry Day Ireland takes place on Thursday 30th April.
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words” – Robert Frost.
This year’s festival will follow a digital format so that participants can take part safely in their homes. Everyone can take part and celebrate poetry at home, online and virtually for Poetry Day Ireland.
You can organise an online event, read a poetry book in your sitting room, write a poem or simply share some poetic lines. Details and photos can be shared using the hashtag #PoetryDayIRL.
Parents and Teachers:
For parents and teachers, a wonderful Poetry Day Ireland education resource packed with inspirational ideas has been made available and it can be accessed HERE.
Poemathon Competition: Fifth and Sixth Class Pupils can share their Poetry with President Michael D. Higgins and the World.
As part of the Poetry Day Ireland festival next Thursday 30th April, Poetry Ireland are organising a national poemathon. Fifth and Sixth class pupils are invited to submit a line of poetry on the theme on time which will be combined into a longer poem. If you know a creative 5th and 6th class pupil, why not get them to submit their line of poetry, by completing the special Poetry Ireland Poemathon form available HERE.
The President of Ireland, Mr Michael D Higgins has written the first line of the poem which has been revealed as: ‘There will be time without measure’.
President Higgins has also written the very last line of the poem, which will be revealed when the poem has been fully assembled and unveiled on 30th April next.
There’s not much time left. Submissions, from 5th and 6th class primary school pupils, need to be submitted by 11.59pm on Monday 27th April, 2020. Click HERE for more information.
The theme for Poetry Day Ireland 2020 is ‘There will be time’, so why not take “the time” to celebrate poetry day next Thursday, 30th April 2020.
A collection of poems on the theme of ‘Time’ can be viewed by clicking HERE.
In Quiet Clonea
Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©
Light clouds laze in the ethereal blue,
Above the shimmering sea,
And dark cruachan breasts, the clouds,
Near the strand of quiet Clonea.
Between mountain and sea I would linger there,
Hear Gaelic words call to me,
And caravan folk sing and joke,
Pacing the strand at quiet Clonea.
In each feeling heart all over the earth
There’s a place if we wish to see.
Where courage and calm and honest mirth,
Coalesce in tranquility.
And lucky am I and blessed beyond words
That a haven and heaven to me,
Is where the soft sea breeze and a pleasant ease,
Are lords of the strand at Clonea.
Oh, painter were I, I’d capture you now,
Your beauty forever to be,
And great was the day when God could say,
“I made you my own, Clonea”.
END
Tom Ryan “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary
It was with sadness that we learned of the death, on Saturday 18th April 2020, of Mr William (Bill) O’Dwyer, Ballydavid, Mullinahone, Thurles, Co. Tipperary and formerly of Ballydonnell, Mullinahone, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.
Mr O’Dwyer passed away peacefully, following a short stay at the Sacred Heart Nursing Home, Crosspatrick, Johnstown, Co. Kilkenny.
His passing is most deeply regretted by his loving wife Mary; sons John, Willie, C.J., Aidan, and Michael; daughters Siobhan, Maire and Emer; daughter in law Olivia; sons-in-law Joe and Phil; grandchildren; sister Nellie (Tobin / Callan, Co. Kilkenny); brother Stephen; nieces; nephews; extended family; neighbours and a wide circle of friends.
Requiescat in Pace.
Funeral Arrangements
In accordance with government guidelines with regard to the current Covid-19 pandemic and public gatherings; the funeral of Mr O’Dwyer will take place in a private, family only, setting.
Ar dheis Dé go raibh a anam dilís.
The extended O’Dwyer family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time and have made arrangements for those wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.
“My Father said thus work I’ve done, tis you my sons I want instead.
I tilled this land I made it green;
For my legacy is in these fields,
The Friesian cow a lacting sow,
An extra furrow for the Kverneland plough,
A tonne of barley; an acre of wheat,
You grew potatoes, you harvested beet,
The brown pound was earned sound,
Thus pay a bill, make it go round,
A toss for a Sherwood was hard found,
At the ‘Stack of Barley’ in our town,
No coat or cab na’re a silage grab,
You had a job to earn your next few bob.
In seventy seven the flash an steel
Your new found love a combine appeared.
A fork of lightning,
A flash of frightening,
Took seven of your cattle like an ace or a club,
In sporting love became the hub,
Your famous race horse ran in a three mile trob.
He worked his land in winter and sun,
Through many decades; the hard slog ones
Changing times days are done,
The men in vocabulary are written in stone,
This fine spring morning,
Without a warning
It’s so lonesome now your gone.”
Hard Times
Courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©
One time in a dispensary queue,
On a wet and dismal day, long, long ago,
The ould wan flicked her sodden shawl,
Defying her cares and convention.
For sickness and hardship will down you right enough
Without the resistance.
“The Hard”, she winked,“with his cutting and cajolery
And his blasphemous and godblasted piety,
Is not in the queue today,
For his bottle of porter
To ease the consumption.”
The queue now murmured, nodded, coughed and wheezed
For they loved like their own “The Hard”,
Who could lift a heart at a funeral,
With the laughs and wild, wild ways of him,
To make you young again.
But when the doctor on another sodden day
Queried “The Hard” on his absence,
(For doctors, too, a diversion love.)
The Hard declared, “Oh,doctor, now,
Sure how could I come at all
And I not well for the ages.”
END
Tom Ryan, “Iona”, Rahealty, Thurles, Co. Tipperary
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