The GAA Medal
By George Downing, 2nd Year
Walking out on to the turf,I could hear the roar
Pride for the jersey in which I wore
The yellow, the green, the crest, the scream
And I knew right there Ciarraí was my team.
Thinking of the medal the three crows,the cross
T’was only a piece of gold but it meant a whole lot
I remember my father telling me before the game
‘Forget about everything ignore all the pain,
do it for your county, do it for glee,
But most of all son, so it for me!’
These words were stuck in my head for the entire game
It was all worth it at the end of the day.
The passion,the wins, the losses it’s one great big tale
Oh how I love an Cumann Luthchleas Gael.