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Hehe you lucky aul divil a Mhurchaidh
Old womens' recollections and teenagers are not a good mix - the wealth of the language left us non-plussed - but hey, look at me now: I drive the school bus ![]() Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins.
In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
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I 'borrowed' the picture from the picture gallery of
http://www.kennys.ie/ - it's an fear marbh, Inis Tuaisceart Those are great ideas for learning Wombat - I'd like to see Caighdean Irish being taught to age 15 or so and then living Gaeltacht Irish added - the fact that it's living now would surely be able to spark a youngster's interest more successfully. Programs like yours are the kind of thing the education boards should seize IMHO. Good shtuff Once, as a child, out in a field of sheep/Thomas Hardy pretended to be dead/And lay down flat among their dainty shins.
In that sniffed-at, bleated-into, grassy space/He experimented with infinity/His small cool brow was like an anvil waiting For sky to make it sing the prefect pitch/Of his dumb being, and that stir he caused/In the fleece-hustle was the original Of a ripple that would travel eighty years/Outward from there, to be the same ripple/Inside him at its last circumference. |
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