The unpopular image now reformed
Daffodils spring pre mature
Benign weather as self confessed
Street philosophers chatter
Met office men collate and chart
Temperatures above normal
November 94 best ever

And when Novembers are recalled
Childrens diaries will proclaim
Remember 1994

Will I ever forget

By Austin Cromie

The Nature of Things
He plays around and in and out
Till sooner or later he catches the mouse.
That’s what the cat does.

It waters the seeds,
It waters the weeds,
To discernment, it gives not heed
That’s what the rain does.

He munches the grass,
He gallops around,
Then lets his droppings hit the ground
That’s what the horse does.

He jumps and barks,
Creating sparks,
That’s what the dog does

So don’t try to teach a pig to sing.
The pig won’t like it.
It’s not the nature of things.

By Carmel McCarthy

Trophy Girl
I’m OK you say,
I speak the right way.
Image is the thing
Blond hair, tanned skin,
It’s the fashion to be slim
So I make sure I’m thin.

Gold on my wrist,
I fit your shopping list.
Am I confined to this?
My OKness depends on you
If, for a change, I’m me
What then will you see?
Will you go away?
If I’m not O.K.

My legs are in a Celtic knot,
My bosom is askew,
And my ‘sit upon’ is twisted
So you can admire the view.

But I’ve one eye in my tummy
And it’s firmly fixed on YOU.
If you locate my missing ear,
You’ll find it’s listening too!

So be careful what you’re saying
When you view my purple hair.
So what - if I’m rectangular?
You, dear, are just a square.

By Marie McAuliffe

An Autumn Wish
to walk
among
Autumn leaves,
where an array
of harmonious colour,
is falling away.

By Thos. Maher

How many days have I walked alone
How many days have I walked alone,
How many faces have I seen
Some smiling
Some turned away.
How many miles have we travelled,
Just looking for something we will never find
A home and warmth,
Somewhere, just to be safe.
For life was never easy for us
It gets harder by the day.
Some say we like living on the street,
Please don’t pass us by.

By Tony Gill (RIP) 1953 - 2004

My friends are all dressed up,
I’m dressing up too.
I’m frightened to go out
Oh, what will I do?

They say that there’s Spooks on Halloween night.
The Witches, the Ghosts are dirty and smelly,
I think I will stay in and switch on the Tele!!

By Toraigh Pearse (Age 9)


By the Liffey
Let’s go down by the Liffey
And see, what we can see
Three drunken idiots, sittin’ on a chair
They haven’t got a penny between them
And not shirt to spare
Their dreams are like their lives – just empty
They haven’t got a care
But when they put their head down to rest,
The angels give them care.