Planasker school was closed this year Planasker where my father married my mother, Planasker where I felt my first smell of coal, And where the cocoa was strong on winter days Planasker where I learnt to high jump Planasker where I learned that there were things to be learned. Coming home by Creagan Alick With Aonghas Thormoid shouting that he would 'scythe our legs for treading the uncut grass' Coming home, stopping at Ishbel Fhionnlaigh's To hear the drips of rain coming throught the roof And making music in the assorted receptacles. Stopping at Chirsty a'Cheannain's for A potato out of the prais and a word of comfort. Coming home to my father Mending endless herring nets. Running to Planasker on a spring morning Running to Planasker after a summer's dinner time Leaping the claisean, bursting with living timelessness. Leaving Planasker for Education Leaving Planasker full of anticipation And coming back - To Planasker. To dirty windows, to grassy playgrounds, To mossy steps - to a closed porch. Planasker school was closed this year.
