The Poc Fada Poem
2015-01-12 13:35:00
The Long Puc
The wind it blew wild,
Like a restless child,
But that didnât matter
We still gave it a clatter,
On St. Stephenâs Day
Out went the GAA,
In wind and in rain
For the love of the game.
Families an all
We clattered the ball,
We gave it a lash
Like the great Mr. Nash,
And the sliotar it flew
After a prayer or two,
Was it a good ball or bad
Was it âoffâ just a tad,
We watched and they wondered
âItâs offâ someone muttered,
We tutted and tutted
âTwill be grand someone uttered.
But no oneâs a quitter
Whether itâs warm or itâs bitter
And families and friends
Battled on till the end.
Itâs about taking part
Honouring your club and your heart
So thanks one and all
For pucking the ballâ¦.
By Theresa Mc Cormack