I composed this in my head whilst laid wide-eyed and sleepless at about four this morning.

Comments from native Irish speakers concerning my attempts at Irish are most welcome.

I’m attempting to stick to the Munster usage to avoid confusing myself more than I already am!

I’m itching to compose a sonnet,

One’s lurking here, under my bonnet:

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Today we’ll learn to build a wordstone wall,

substantial as the one before you now.

It must survive hard frosts; wild gales and squalls;

ride seismic shifts; endure the shunts of cows.

First we think about what it’s for.

The purpose might be to keep your chattels penned

or keep intruders out.

It may define the boundaries of your tract

or simply be aesthetic.

Conside...

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Another attempt at my paternal tongue.

Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.

And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.

E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.

I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.

Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.

But this language pulsates to my yearning.

Ma questo linguaggio pu...

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