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 hand.
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.
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