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