POETRY PAGE
'Sno Fun!
Noses pressed against cold glass,
Watching people running past.
The street in which we used to play
Grows dirty in the darkening day.
Hands protecting frozen heads
Grey clouds of bullets raining down.
As daylight seems to turn to night
We tightly tie our dressing gowns.
Houses locked up, cold and tight
No heating to keep warm at night.
Children ask "what's going on?"
Yet people don't see how it went wrong.
We watch in awe,
With steaming breath
A cool black hail covers the earth,
Remembering times of snowmen white
Our snow is black as deepest night.
They warned them all in bygone years
Ancestors trying to spare their tears.
They did O.K but not enough
To truly stop this dreadful stuff.
Toboggans lie on dusty shelves,
Their fun filled hours kept to themselves
As no-one wants to run and play
Throwing snowballs is a bygone way.
No-one listened to the warnings
They wished they had, for now they're mourning
The summers now are hot and fierce
With drought more common every year.
A tragic tale but not just yet
Less CFC'S, now that would help,
Turn down the heat and save the light
And help us keep our snowfall white.
Stephanie Keogh.
The Polar Bear
I am the whitest Polar Bear,
I blend in with the snow,
But where I live is getting warmer,
So I don't know where to go.
The Ice seems to be melting,
and thats where I have my home,
My brother bear's gone missing,
So I'm stuck here all alone.
The floor was fine when I went to bed,
But it broke apart last night
And the block with my brother on it
Floated away before morning light.
The fish are swimming further North,
But here is where we bears must stay,
Getting warmer, hungry and lonely,
It can't go on this way.
I miss my lovely brother
And our fresh supply of fish.
For things to go back to normal,
Is the only thing I wish.
I am the whitest Polar Bear,
I blend in with the snow,
But why all this is happening,
I'll probably never know.
Anna Sheehan.
Noses pressed against cold glass,
Watching people running past.
The street in which we used to play
Grows dirty in the darkening day.
Hands protecting frozen heads
Grey clouds of bullets raining down.
As daylight seems to turn to night
We tightly tie our dressing gowns.
Houses locked up, cold and tight
No heating to keep warm at night.
Children ask "what's going on?"
Yet people don't see how it went wrong.
We watch in awe,
With steaming breath
A cool black hail covers the earth,
Remembering times of snowmen white
Our snow is black as deepest night.
They warned them all in bygone years
Ancestors trying to spare their tears.
They did O.K but not enough
To truly stop this dreadful stuff.
Toboggans lie on dusty shelves,
Their fun filled hours kept to themselves
As no-one wants to run and play
Throwing snowballs is a bygone way.
No-one listened to the warnings
They wished they had, for now they're mourning
The summers now are hot and fierce
With drought more common every year.
A tragic tale but not just yet
Less CFC'S, now that would help,
Turn down the heat and save the light
And help us keep our snowfall white.
Stephanie Keogh.
The Polar Bear
I am the whitest Polar Bear,
I blend in with the snow,
But where I live is getting warmer,
So I don't know where to go.
The Ice seems to be melting,
and thats where I have my home,
My brother bear's gone missing,
So I'm stuck here all alone.
The floor was fine when I went to bed,
But it broke apart last night
And the block with my brother on it
Floated away before morning light.
The fish are swimming further North,
But here is where we bears must stay,
Getting warmer, hungry and lonely,
It can't go on this way.
I miss my lovely brother
And our fresh supply of fish.
For things to go back to normal,
Is the only thing I wish.
I am the whitest Polar Bear,
I blend in with the snow,
But why all this is happening,
I'll probably never know.
Anna Sheehan.
Our Forest
Once there was a forest
Not too far away,
It had plants, animals and lots of green
It was the best place to play.
We used to go play hide and seek
Every single day,
Our mum's used to come and take us home
Even when we wanted to play.
But then one day we weren't allowed
Go to our favourite place,
"You can play in the back garden instead" Said Mum,
with a funny look on her face.
We didn't go back to our forest
It was a shame, we never did,
But we were glad to have the good memories
Of playing in the forest as a kid.
Then one day a new girl came
A lovely girl, I must say,
But we didn't believe it when she told us
She lived where we used to play.
She had just moved into a brand new house
Right in the middle of our place,
We had to see it ourselves to believe it
It was weird seeing those trees with just their base.
Now all our beautiful trees are gone
To make tables or firewood,
Those greedy, selfish people took away our trees
And kids can no longer play there like we could.
Rachel O'Sullivan
In Ireland
In summertime it's cold with rain
In wintertime it's still the same
The boring weather's such a pain,
In Ireland.
In Autumn it is dull and wet
Come Spring it's still not better yet
This is as good as weather gets,
In Ireland.
Oh how I wish the snow would fall
We'd go outside and have a ball
But Winter's not like that at all,
In Ireland.
I wish the sun was shining down
To bleach my hair and make me brown
The boring weather makes me frown,
In Ireland.
But suddenly the weather's changing
Now the summer sun is blazing
People shrivel up like raisins,
In Ireland.
Come winter there's heavy snowfall
The whole country grounds to a halt
Things do not seem good at all,
In Ireland.
Increase in rain is understood
To have caused almighty floods
Destroying people's homes for good,
In Ireland.
The temperature is rising now
We could have stopped it, we all knew how
But now it's too late anyhow,
For Ireland.
For as the world's sea levels rise
And lots more rain falls from the skies
They'll flood this once green paradise,
Called Ireland.
And as our island disappears
We'll blame the selfish ones through the years
Who could have saved this stress and tears,
In Ireland.
Jessie Nolan.
Once there was a forest
Not too far away,
It had plants, animals and lots of green
It was the best place to play.
We used to go play hide and seek
Every single day,
Our mum's used to come and take us home
Even when we wanted to play.
But then one day we weren't allowed
Go to our favourite place,
"You can play in the back garden instead" Said Mum,
with a funny look on her face.
We didn't go back to our forest
It was a shame, we never did,
But we were glad to have the good memories
Of playing in the forest as a kid.
Then one day a new girl came
A lovely girl, I must say,
But we didn't believe it when she told us
She lived where we used to play.
She had just moved into a brand new house
Right in the middle of our place,
We had to see it ourselves to believe it
It was weird seeing those trees with just their base.
Now all our beautiful trees are gone
To make tables or firewood,
Those greedy, selfish people took away our trees
And kids can no longer play there like we could.
Rachel O'Sullivan
In Ireland
In summertime it's cold with rain
In wintertime it's still the same
The boring weather's such a pain,
In Ireland.
In Autumn it is dull and wet
Come Spring it's still not better yet
This is as good as weather gets,
In Ireland.
Oh how I wish the snow would fall
We'd go outside and have a ball
But Winter's not like that at all,
In Ireland.
I wish the sun was shining down
To bleach my hair and make me brown
The boring weather makes me frown,
In Ireland.
But suddenly the weather's changing
Now the summer sun is blazing
People shrivel up like raisins,
In Ireland.
Come winter there's heavy snowfall
The whole country grounds to a halt
Things do not seem good at all,
In Ireland.
Increase in rain is understood
To have caused almighty floods
Destroying people's homes for good,
In Ireland.
The temperature is rising now
We could have stopped it, we all knew how
But now it's too late anyhow,
For Ireland.
For as the world's sea levels rise
And lots more rain falls from the skies
They'll flood this once green paradise,
Called Ireland.
And as our island disappears
We'll blame the selfish ones through the years
Who could have saved this stress and tears,
In Ireland.
Jessie Nolan.
