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Stories/poems

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Below you can find a selection of stories and poems written by readers of the Newsletter that have appeared in the newsletter over the last couple of years. Click on the title to view the full piece.

The Moss that Haunts My Lawn
Friends tell me they are worried

Will Ya Tell Him
by Peter Donohue

The Snow Mask
Snow stretches as far as the eye can see

I saw a robin
I saw a robin this morning

Will 2009 be different than Christmas’ past?
Coming down the road I saw that Cunningham’s had their Christmas lights on

Somewhere
Somewhere out of the mess

Scarecrow
Did I beg from you today

Sailing
It's a sure sign summer's drifted

Autumn Break
Yellow flames dancing and rising high

School Tour
“I want to see the Efelent”. A grimy six-year-old hand tugged my skirt and tried to pull me towards the wooden stockade.

Wait for Me?
River winding to the sea

Anyone Seen My Grandma?
The computer swallowed grandma

Scoil Mhuire Days
Children run to find their places

How do I know?
How do I know that clouds chase

Hirsute
I sat and dined with a friend of mine

A lullaby of peace
I want to walk along the cliffs

Growing up
You held the blue umbrella firmly.

Clever Santa
Niks sat at the kitchen table. His brow was furrowed and the pencil was grasped so tightly in his eight-year-old fist that the knuckles showed white through his skin.

Kids!
She came home, carrying it like one of the regal magi bearing a gift for the infant Jesus. Held with seriousness beyond her five years, this tiny green shoot in a yogurt pot.

A sign of the times
“But will he know, Mammy? Will he know?”
“Of course, he’ll know Oran.”
“But how will he know, Mam?”
“Because Santa knows everything, sweetheart.”

Exotic interloper
There’s a sunflower in my garden.
I didn’t plant it, didn’t sow it,
Didn’t even know that it was there.
It dropped into the sodden earth from God knows where.

A great day out
Tommy lay on the mossy patch of grass beside the river. Little flies hovered over the water and the sun danced on the ripples made by fish as they touched the surface.

Shona at the parade
Shona was really excited when she got her first green dancing skirt.

Rainy day 'Riting
I know a puppy who likes ... Meat.

Cold case
Miriam got up from the sofa and refilled her glass from the gin bottle on the sideboard; two small dogs were at her heels.

The Tiptoe Teddy
On a cold winters day. There was a little girl called Lucy who lived with her mum and her sister Rosie. It was Lucy’s birthday in a few days and she still didn’t know what present she wanted. [But her mind was about to change.]

Jilted
Waiting for Summer

Golden girl
Although Bayleigh was not tall, and was of slight build, she looked older than her nine years as she stood anxiously at the poolside in her new black swimsuit.

Caitriona and the Tooth Fairy
The tooth had fallen out that morning when she was eating her breakfast toast.

Children in peril
No bells ring, instead a shout
Runs through the forest

Brighten up
We’ll get by
Struggling or what