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  • Off I went on the bumpy winding road to Omagh, a town in Tyrone to find out my role in introducing poetry to children.

    I took pen and paper with me to write poems during my journey of one hour.

    I felt privileged to meet the Poetry in Motion project managers. They had the same principles as me in the way children should be appreciated, whatever their level of ability.

    There were just two other poets; a man who looked like a travelling bard and a spirited young woman who had a degree in drama. What a lucky woman. To spend three years exploring drama would be my idea of heaven.

    After a morning of ploughing through all the paper work required: to plan for and to evaluate the children’s participation, time sheets, to invoice the Arts Council for my wage and to record health and safety, group monitoring forms; schedules, we met the teachers from the village schools.

    I finally found out the age of the children I would be interacting with; ten and eleven year olds. I am so pleased. I feel I can accomplish so much with that age group.

    One school I am going to carry out three two hourly workshops, only has two class rooms and only twenty five children in the school. How amazing that such a small school has managed to survive being merged into large schools further afield.

    I’m going to go into their environment with a detailed lesson plan but I can spontaneously throw all the plans out the window if I sense they do not suit these children.

    So I have much work to be getting on with, but I still want to take time tell you guys on Cowbird how I am getting on. I take great pleasure in every single ‘love’ I get from my stories. It is so rewarding for me to have people take the time to read about my take on life.

    When I go into the schools I will tell them that a poem can express, for ever more, a feeling or an event that is important to oneself in that moment.

    Writing on Cowbird for me makes up for all the years when no one was interested in hearing what I had to say or understanding what life was like for me.
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