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Famine Poetry by P5.

The history of the famine was tragic A time when which nobody could find any magic. As the potato crop failed all the people could do Was wail. Millions of people dying everyday, everyone Trying to find help along the way. Some people tried to Emigrate but for others it was to late. Some were just to Week others were sich or blind as the potato soon got Impossible to find.

by georgia fennell

The Famine

In my burnt down house I remember The days with potatoes Before this freezing December

I look at my children And they cry to me “Give me some food, I’m hungry!”

I say to my children “We have to go, On a ship to America Leaving tomorrow.”

We are all on the ship We’ve been here for weeks My children are sick, And I’m feeling weak.

At last we’ve reached land With less people than before Because people have died Before we reached shore.

Black ’47.

It all happened in 1845, When there was the Great Famine There was a million people emigrating and dying, While others sat there all day sighing

There was a thing called Blight, that made a good potato not in sight, Everyone had to eat Indian corn That was not nice for a baby that was Black ’47.

Black ’47.
By Eve Igoe. This year was the wost of famine years famine years. It was such a cold winter. Many couldn’t bare frostbite on their toes and snowflakes in their hair. Many people died of hunger, others died of disease. I think some died of broken hearts for in those days it was hard to please. Hundreds of families evicted from their warm sheltering homes, kicked out onto the street. You would soon turn into bones. So towards the end of this year many people died, some lay there hungry and others just sat there and cried.

The hunger

Potatoes, potatoes its all they had Then blight came in waves People were starving, Landlords were mad Barely anyone in did care And most were unaware But the famine had struck Ireland And we were down for the count For many a year They surfed starvation and fear And the only solution Was emigration

The Famine

It all happened in 1845, When there was the Great Famine There was a million people emigrating and dying, While others sat there all day sighing

There was a thing called Blight, that made a good potato not in sight, Everyone had to eat Indian corn That was not nice for a baby that was just born

The winter of 1845-6 was mild and it wasn’t the best for a small child, Black 47 was mostly a year when People went to heaven.

The weather was so bad people Who helped were even sad, There was a soup kitchen they opened Up but people would only get half A cup. By Lucianne Killeen

T h e G r e a t F a m i n e

The famine started in 1845 It was a tragic event When lots of Irish people died

The potatoes had blight This gave the farmers a fright However, the worst of the famine had passed bye 1850

Lots of people immigrated to the United States Hoping to get a better life with better life stock rates The famine finally ended in 1849 Which was great news for all the people in Ireland.

By Evie Byrne