My joy tastes like a hot cup of tea. Steaming mug
My joy looks like a bright blue sky, watching from above.
My joy smells like a fresh coat of paint, waiting to dry.
My joy sounds like a dog, playing with its toys.
My joy is felt mostly at home, with people I love
One hundred years from the war
Written by Joseph Daire, as part of Poetry as Commemoration workshops led by Terry McDonagh in Castlerea Community School, Roscommon, in November 2022. Transition Year students were invited to write a poem in response to Terry McDonagh’s poem ‘My Freedom One Hundred Years Later’, written in commemoration of the War of Independence.