MEITHEAMH
Ranganna 3 - 6: Mixed Media :
Background crayon covered with blue 'wash' - then, decorated umbrellas on top!
BEALTAINE
Ealaín sa chlós - faoin ngrian!!
Ag tarraingt ár bpictiúir le pinnluaidhe amháin : radhairc na háite.
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| Agus ár múinteoir ag tarraingt freisin! |
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| Ó 'masterpiece' atá ann! |
Agus bhí PICNIC againn freisin!!!
Nach againne atá an saol!!
Ar ais ag obair chun ár bpictiúir a chríochnú!
Tá ár gcuid oibre ar an mballa anois!
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| Altóir in onóir do Mhuire. |
'Gáirdín sa Samhradh' & 'Faoin bhFarraige'!
Anois, tá said críochnaithe! Nach bhfuil said ar fheabhas!!
AIBREÁN
Art based on poetry:
We studied 'The Lake Isle of Innisfree' by William Butler Yeats, one of Ireland's most famous poets. He won Ireland's first Nobel Prize for Literature.
THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE
By William Butler Yeats
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a-glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Optical Illusion- Op Art :
Ranganna 3 - 6 : Ag obair le cré : Títhe agus lámha á chruthú:
Agus iad a pheinteáil ansin nuair a bhí siad tirim agus crua:
Anois, tá said críochnaithe! Potaireacht álainn againn!
Na Fir Bréige:
Agus taispeánatas sa Chaol ag 'Turasóireacht Acla':
Naí - Rang 2:
Ag cruthú le márla:
Naí - Rang 2:
FAOIN BHFARRAIGE
Tógail:
Tógail:
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Ag Obair ar ár gCollais ......agus Éilís ag cuidiú linn! Éisc Deasa!      Anois tá said críochnaithe.....tá said go hálainn!
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Naí - Rang 2:
Lá 'le Padraig & An Cháisc:
Ranganna 3 - 4 responding to the 'crazy' happy poetry of Spike Milligan:
Lá na Máithreacha 2016
Ranganna 3 - 6:
Booklets for our WONDERFUL mothers ........ HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!
FEABHRA 2016
Lá Fhéile Vailintín:
Naí - Rang 2:
Ranganna 3 - 6:
Crosóga do Lá 'le Bríde:
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| Ciarán - Rí na gCrosóg !!! |
Rang 3
Rang 3
Rang 5
Rang 6
Rang 4
EANAIR 2016
Naí - Rang 2 : Colláis - balúin ag eitilt!
Ranganna 3 - 6 : Cearnóga agus patrúin:
NOLLAIG 2015
Bhí craic iontach againn ag tarraingt pictiúir gan cead féachaint ar ár mbilleogaí!
Réaltaí Reatha : Ranganna 3 - 6
SAMHAIN 2015
Cruthú i bhFabraic agus i Snáithín
Naíonáin - Rang 2
Téama - " Hansel & Gretel"
Tá said THAR BARR!!!
"Alive- O" - Ranganna 5 & 6,
Study of Religious Icons :
MEAN FÓMHAIR 2015
Cruthú i bhFabraic agus i Snáithín
Vása Bláthanna
Ranganna 3 - 6
Anois , tá said críochnaithe!
Nach bhfuil said iontach deas...!!?
Duilleoga an Fhómhair
Sféar 3-T a Tharraingt
Ranganna 3- 6
Fear Grinn sa Sorcas
Ranganna 3 - 6
Naíonáin - Rang 2
Duilleoga Deasa
Ranganna 3 - 6
Ranganna 3 - 6
RESPONDING TO POETRY:
"Mr. Nobody"(3rd. - 4th.Class)
"Mid-Term Break"
by Séamus Heaney
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride-
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble".
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning, I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At two o'clock our neighbors drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying--
He had always taken funerals in his stride-
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were "sorry for my trouble".
Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning, I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,
He lay in the four foot box as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year
(5th - 6th. Class)
"I wasn't there on the evening it happened, but I do have a clear picture of it in my mind. It was at the bus stop, a little up the road from our lane. Christopher and my brother Hugh were on one side of the road, posting a leter on the bus for Belfast - it used to be, you could hand a letter to the conductor and it would be mailed later that evening in the city; it saved a trip to the post office.
Anyhow, at that same moment, my brothers, Pat and Dan, were walking up the road on the other side, on an errand to fetch a gallon of paraffin oil from a house further along. As the bus moves off, Christopher - who is three and a half years old - sees the two boys on the other side and immediately starts across the road towards them. But ,while the bus is pulling away, a car is coming in the opposite direction, and Christopher runs out from behind the bus straight into the side of the car and is knocked down. The driver hadn't a chance.
What happens next I can hardly bear to think about: Hugh lifts him and holds him, bleeding and probably unconscious; then, the man who is a passenger in the car comes and takes Christopher and carries him the thirty or forty yards to our lane, Hugh behind him, weeping al the time. My mother who is out at the clothes line, hears it and comes around to the street and sees what has happened. All in a few minutes.
He was taken to the mid-Ulster Hospital in Magherafelt and died a couple of hours later."
Seamus
Heaney
Comórtas Ealaíne:
In June, we had an art competition about local birds. We drew the meadow pipit and the skylark.
Seosamh Ó Dálaigh sponsored our prizes.
The winners were:
Naí : Isabelle
McNea
R. I – 2 : Alli Butler
R. 3 – 4 : Ciarán
Kilbane
R. 5 – 6 : Emma O’Hara
