Saint Bridget’s Poem

Meg, Aoibheann and Kate were in a group that were researching poems about and prayers to St Brigid. After researching they all decided to write their own poems. This is a poem that Meg wrote.

Saint Bridget’s Poem

By Meg Maguire

The first of February comes once a year

And with it comes a great big cheer.

Cheering for the Saint that is

Saint Bridget of Kildare, Ireland.

She longed for land to build a church

But money, oh, she had to search

And then upon a great field she stumbled

A cathedral here, she would be so humbled.

She begged the owner to show her love

And share his wealth of land above

He laughed and said ‘Throw your cloak’

‘Where it lands you may own’, he joked.

So Bridget threw her soft blue cloak

And to all surprise it began to grow

Grow and stretch far and wide

Till Bridget had enough land by her side.

The owner grunted but kept his deal

The land was Bridget’s on all appeal.

She built a church and today it stands

County Kildare on that same land.

Here is Meg reading her own poem