My Life in Ireland
By Matthew Walsh, Rang 5
Here in my apartment lonely listening to
all the cars and traffic thinking of all
the quite times in Ireland.
I used to cook with my cooking pot
but now I see it in my storage
room thinking of all the times it burnt
My teapot is still sitting in
my house in Ireland as it was the
only thing I forgot to bring **sigh**!!!
Now I remember my suitcase was
full there was no room for it because
I had no money to buy a bigger one.
When I was on my way to America I saw
two men fishing on a boyne coracle with
the homemade bread my mother baked
to sell at the market to make money.