On the Way to England

By Kelly Hefferon Rang 5

Object No. 81 Empty cooking pot, nineteenth century
National Museum of Ireland - Country Life

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.

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