My son whos in 3rd grade needs a poem on ireland?

Question

My son whos in 3rd grade needs a poem on ireland?

Answer 1

i wont tell u a poem but ill give u some ideas

talk about how the place looks and sounds like

and do comparison between where u live and ireland

and about the people in ireland

Answer 2

It's a bit more advanced than 3rd grade, but one of my favorite poems, The Rose of Battle by W.B. Yeats is kind of about Ireland. The rose in the title that is talked about througout the poem represents Ireland.

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!

The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled

Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,

And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care;

While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band

With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand,

Turn if you may from battles never done,

I call, as they go by me one by one,

Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,

For him who hears love sing and never cease,

Beside her clean-swept hearth, her quiet shade:

But gather all for whom no love hath made

A woven silence, or but came to cast

A song into the air, and singing passed

To smile on the pale dawn; and gather you

Who have sougft more than is in rain or dew,

Or in the sun and moon, or on the earth,

Or sighs amid the wandering, starry mirth,

Or comes in laughter from the sea's sad lips,

And wage God's battles in the long grey ships.

The sad, the lonely, the insatiable,

To these Old Night shall all her mystery tell;

God's bell has claimed them by the little cry

Of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!

You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled

Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring

The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

Beauty grown sad with its eternity

Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.

Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,

For God has bid them share an equal fate;

And when at last, defeated in His wars,

They have gone down under the same white stars,

We shall no longer hear the little cry

Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.

http://members.tripod.com/imagesofirelan...  <--Also, if you scroll down a bit it gets to "Poems & Recitations", those are all about Ireland.

Good luck!

Answer 3

This is the only thing that I could find.  Hope it is what you are looking for.

Ireland

the lights of Shannon

rise up to lighten my heart

my beloved Ireland

in sight once again

isolated pockets of light

remind me of your sense of space

so far from new york’s hysteria

and the gangrene of commercialism

though our lust to wander

may carry us here and there

the special greens of Ireland

know no competitor

often the fear of dying

far from your shore

like a body lost at sea

not able for that final wish

to feel the clay

through my fingers

before I join you

to burn in your evening sky

and to be scattered

in the soft wind

oh Ireland we are wedded

and whilst apart

pine as lovers

together yet apart

my beloved Ireland

I may leave you no more

Here's another:

This Place Called Ireland



"So peaceful and calmly this place it seems to be,

Yet I stare at it sadly for its thru a picture I see,

this land far,far away from mine

I watch the clock in patient time

for someday soon I'll touch the sand

of this calm place called Ireland.

  

I can hear the Atlantic pounding so hard

I can see the sun set by a still grave yard.

I can feel the mist of a small seaport.

I can feel the awe of Powerscourt*.

  

I can feel the releif of the dew-settled field

that in due time its crops will yield.

I can hear the wolves crying out on the moor.

I can taste the taste of the streams so pure

So, someday soon, (I'm hoping) I'll be able to stand,

and say I've finally made it to this place called Ireland."

  

Copyright © Chantal O'Connor

Answer 4

http://members.tripod.com/imagesofirelan...

^^^I found that    :)

good luck