Good morning to you all, and thank you for clinking inoto this site. It’s been an exciting week in my mind- (it has to happen somewhere) as I have working at the blogging and the writing and the directing and singin’ and the songmaking and the creating of floats and banners and tunics and snakes and shamrocks and all sorts of strangeness, as this week folds into another.
Please check out the pages regarding the GAA Scor Novelty Act contest (in which the play that Conor MacManus and myself wrote for the Kiltubrid Parish is entered-Fairies help them!) and well, please take a look in on the new page dedicated to the International Women’s Day celebrations. I have been asked to participate on Sunday as the entertainment for the Breffni Community Family Resource Centre. And we’ll take a peek at what happened this week at the Special Need’s Drama Program in Glenamaddy County Galway. Of course, St Patrick’s Parade in Drumshanbo is moving even so closer and as I have to now fly off to the St Patrick’s National School to view this week’s art project, I’ll leave you with the lyrics to a song about St Patricks that I wrote as I tried to learn to air of the St Patrick’s Day march. ( I’ll do my best to upload a musical version of this next week-it’s not very good, but it’s not very long!)
Thanks for reading
All the best
always
eileen
“Saint….Patrick came marching one morning in March,
And he saw the wee snakes and said “Go’way atta that! I won’t have ye maggots all slithering along, I’ll give you a whack of my mighty great staff.
The snakes they were wet and the snakes they were long
The snakes said St Paddy your right now what’s wrong?
We’ve slithered this land over hill and boreen and we love living in the white , orange and green”