The Buren

On the 24th of June, 5th and 6th class went to the Burren for their school tour.

There they got to pick four activities

experience over the two days that they spent there.

  • rock climbing
  • Caving
  • orentering/per jumping


They were all fun but peir jumping and caving was the best .

Caving was dark but fun at one time we had to go though a small space the space was five feet long we were crawling on our body and are head was sideways. There were really big water falls.

peir jumping was fun but cold the peir was really high.

The Burren was really fun

Visiting Mountshannon Dolmen

Today we went to the Dolmen in Bohatch.  We got our parents to drive us to the top of the hill and we walked the rest of the way.Jim Collins told us a bit about the Dolmen and the cist grave it was were interesting.After our teacher,Jim Collins and all of us walked for about 45 mins back to the school. The Dooley’s gave us buns when we passed their house.



Winners of the poetry contest

Some of our sixth class students recently entered a poetry contest for the Mountshannon Arts Festival. The winners of the contest were Chantal Zevering and Anù Ní Chuinnieagèin with their poem, Nature Walk, and Zoe Geoghegan with her poem, Wings. Anù, Chantal and Zoe have agreed to let us share their poems on the blog.

I wish I had wings to soar the sky,
to whizz around and learn to fly.

I wish I had wings so I could go,
to places far like Tokyo.

I wish I had wings so I could go and see
all the places I could be.

I wish I had wings to feel free
to fly around and feel like me.

Oh, there’s many reasons why,
if only I could fly.


Nature Walk;
Walking in the leaves, crunch-crunch-crunch.
The wind blows through the trees, rustle-rustle-rustle.
I hear the bird singing, chirp-chirp-chirp.
The dear run by, swoosh-swoosh-swoosh.
The guns go in the distance, bang-bang-bang.
Raindrops fall from the trees, drip-drip-drip.
I hear the children scream, giggle-giggle-giggle.
I hear people walking, STOMP-STOMP-STOMP.

– Anù and Chantal

The winds are howling

the water is humming

the trees are swaying

the winds are coming

the winds have come and are wrecking havoc

that dreadful day lives were took

The winds have gone without a doubt

but they will remember the winds of the South






This blog post was made by Max.B. and Áine.S.