On the Way to England
By Kelly Hefferon Rang 5
When I was on my way to England,
I stared back at Ireland.
Thinking about all the good days,
I had in life.
When I woke up in the mornings,
I could smell the lovely smell of the porridge,
Coming from the cooking pot,
as I walked up the hallway.
And in the evenings,
I would come in from school and
Smell the cabbage and potatoes from the cooking pot aswell.
I stopped thinking for a moment,
I stared at the emigrant’s teapot.
I remembered the times my friends came over,
For a cup of tea and to have a chat with me.
Then after the tea,
We would get a boyne coracle and head down to the pond.
We would meet my other friends on the way.
Now I can’t remember anymore,
I’m in England now,
Starting a new life and meeting new friends.