Moladh mór le Séimí i Rang 5 as an sár obair a dhein sé ag scríobh an dáin seo. Ard fhear a Shéimí!
Bain taitneamh as é a léamh!
SOCKS
In this wet place
with no up or no down,
I spin and spin
Until I am drowned.
My brother has lost me
In the spinning and churning,
Going up and going down
Around and around.
Once it stops,
I’m hung upside down
and I wave around
pulled and pushed
till I’m all dry.
After a while,
I’m brought back in,
Everyone searching for my brother
In the big sorting.
Once he’s found
After a while
We’re stuck together
And put in a pile.
A few days later
I’m put on your feet
And stay with you
Until you’re beat.
When I start to smell
You throw me away
So I end up where
I started my foray.
By Séimí Ó Gormáin