Roisín • 11 • Mayo

8-11 Category   •  2026
A river runs bright through a valley of green, Past hills softly painted, calm and serene. Pink trees bloom sweet in the warm afternoon, Like candies and blossoms asleep in a tune. A picnic lies waiting with treats set with care, While a squirrel scampers lightly along the path there. By a bridge arched in stone, where the clear waters gleam, Stands a girl watching quietly, lost in a dream.