The Première SIA pay tribute to Ireland’s Patron Saint
by Rayana M., SIA Premiere
St-Patrick’s day
It’s the seventeen of MarCh,
Let’s sing Irish sOngs !
Let’s wear gReen !
Let’s put up shamrOck chaiNs !
TodAy’s a celebration day.
Let’s feel the St-Patrick’s VIbe !
Let’s dRink GUinesS!
But at home please, because..
by Garance J., SIA Premiere
St Patrick’s Day Visual Poem
Saint Patrick’s day
Under Ireland’s bright blue sky,
The leprechauns lurking here, spy,
The Irish pick unique shamrocks,
Thoroughly counting the four leaves,
Clovers found hidden in their socks,
They slurp the beer the fear gives,
Gael and Bean hope for blessed health,
And pray for lasting luck and wealth.
by Erin L., SIA Premiere
“Patricus”, by Alexandra Jonas
Patron saint of Ireland,
Aluminary you will remain
Till the emerald valleys of this great nation are
Riddled with soft decay.
In shamrocks and pots of gold
Coloured orange, white and green,
United this country will
Stand to remember Maewyn’s demise tenderly.
by Laure Goodweather , SIA Premiere
Saint Patrick acrostic by Zoé B-C.
Shamrocks out everybody !
All around the world, Irish gather suddenly
It’s Saint Patrick’s day !
No excuses not to pray
This also applies to partayyy
Plenty of little green men in the street
All of them looking for a little treat
The happiness is filling the atmosphere
Right, just as the barman fills mugs with beer
Ireland you are celebrated everywhere
Celtic harps and horseshoes are worn as much as underwear
Known for such a long time, Saint Patrick, you will stay eternal
Acrostic poem about Saint Patrick’s Day
Shamrocks and kelly green
Around the world
Ireland for homeland
Near Limerick
There runs a stream full of gold
Patron Saint of Ireland
Aformer captive in our Lands
Travelled away only to return where
Rainbows merge together
In belief of God’s promises
Charming its people with luck
Kaleidoscope of three-leafed clovers
Symbol of the Christian Holy Trinity
Dare I call the Leprechaun hiding in its gold
And meet up under the Celtic Cross’ Sun
Yellow-shafted flickers flitting to their Father
by Auriane J., SIA Premiere
Saint Patrick’s day
Such a wonderful day of rejoicings,
Aday to celebrate with songs
In cities and towns and buildings
No leprechaun hides, and among
Them, clovers dancing and singing.
Paddy is celebrated like a king,
Asavior, a source of inspiration,
The founder of a religion.
“Rest in peace”, sings the leprechaun
“Iwill celebrate all day long”
Celebrations are a phenomenon
Keep on commemorating and be strong.
by Chloé B., SIA Premiere
You make my head dizzle and wizzle
find blue whales and talk to silverfish
tonight I’ll sleep in the white paradise
Where the air is so pure
that we forget about time
my friends and I in canaille
like I used to dream
as like as before
as like as before
as like as before
when the beat goes on
and liquid of all sort flows
my heads and souls cease
by Nathan P., SIA Premiere
by Leo R., SIA Premiere
St Patrick’s Day poem
by Marine P. , SIA Premiere
Seventeenth of march is a very special day
To all the Irish citizens.
Partying for the little leprechaun
And to have luck and coin.
Take a beer and drink with us
Rehearse our song and dance with us
I wish you find a four-leaf clover, because today
Color your day in green
Keep the smile for the rest of the day!
St Patrick Day
St Patrick’s Day now fell upon us
The harps play O’Carolan melodies through the streets
Peaceful euphoria as the whole town shines in green
And the Irish celebrate his death
Tends to search for gold at the end of rainbows
The roaring crowd of violent leprechauns
I’ll wear a shamrock to
Clear the land of spine-chilling snakes
Kings as they walk over Irish land
Deluge of delight pure as a diamond
And since all you truly wish for is luck
You’ll wear a shamrock too
by Shana C., SIA Premiere
by Lisa V., SIA Premiere
St. Patrick’s Day- acrostic poem
Saint-Patrick, a man who most now very few about
Today we celebrate him , a day we can all act out
Parades are held all across the world
Although this year seems calmer than ever
Twirling, dancing and even swirl do people to fill their Irish pleasure
Rain, wind not even storm could stop the tradition from spreading
Irish culture around the streets as crowded as an Irish wedding
Could such a day be celebrated without the contact humans share?
Knowing Irishmen throughout their smiles the celebration will continue without a care
by Mariam T. SIA Premiere