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THE ROBIN

Jim McGovernDear wee robin, dear,
So snug in winter yet full of fear.
In summer green thou art in gear
With squabs three or four so near.
However safe they are to-day
They have enemies in their way
Here, there and everywhere.      Readmore

THE PILOT

Malachy McCullaghDown in the bright green grass I lie
And watch the planes in the clear blue sky,
I’ll be a pilot one day soon
And fly my plane straight up to the moon.The man in the moon will say to me,
Do stop and have a cup of tea,
And all the stars will sparkle by,
For I shall fly so high - so high.One morning I’ll start up my plane,
Fly round the world and back again,
And when I’ve seen all I can see,
I’ll come home to mammy and to tea.      Readmore

THE FOOTBALL MATCH

Michael McAliskeyI
The referee blew the whistle and
The ball was thrown in
The players jumped high for it
And were at it thick and thin.II
Down the field the ball went sailing,
Players striving main and might
But the kick was unavailing for
The umpire signalled wide.III
The forwards all were playing well,
The backs were well-behaved,
Then a sizzling shot was taken
But the goalie quickly saved.IV
‘Twas drawing near the close of play
And near the full time call
When little Dan Quinn, hurrah!
Jumped high to catch the bait.V
He soloed and he dummied,
He raced…     Readmore

SUMMER! SUMMER!

John NugentSummer! Summer!
The call of the plover!
When the lark cries
And Spring dies,
O Summer! Summer!Summer ways are here again,
When day lives till after 10 p.m.
While the honey bees work
And the hedge-sparrows chirp,
O Summer! Summer!Summer days, school is o’er,
September back to chore,
Sea waves roar,
“Golden Summer is no more”,
O Summer! Summer!     Readmore

SPRING?

R DoyleSleek, svelte, and long, the shimmers of sun
Slip and steal through the branches.
And the sky carries clouds that float and run
Propelled and pummelled by a young April breeze.A ripple of shiver creases the lake
Where the water bird settles,
And bright green fields sound the song
Of a new birth - promising, fruitful and young.And an old world listens
And understands - but does not feel.     Readmore

SPACE AGE

Joe McLoughlinI’m sure you’ve heard or read about,
The satellites in space,
How Russia and the United States
Are in the rocket race.To hear them talk it won’t be long,
The moon they will conquer soon,
And then what next will man attempt,
If he should reach that moon?Russia leads so far,
By their flights towards the moon,
And according to Khruschev,
They’ll be up again soon.If they do go up again,
Who’ll follow them but Colonel Glenn ?
And if he does he’ll be the toast,
Of more than American space men.      Readmore

FISHING

Eugene HughesUp the stream,
With rod and tackle,
To fish for bream,
Goes Bobby Mackle.Quickly throwing out the bait
He leisurely sits in wait,
For some unwary bream,
To break the placidness of the stream.The captured fish starts to plunge about
Alas, he’ll never get it out,
The fish it swims away,
But he says there’ll be another day.      Readmore

ESCAPE

R DoyleGrey smoke, blue grass,
A lift of wind,
Sky of brass.
In a long slope
Comes down a bird,
Alert, soft-falling
Down to earth in a spiral.Sharp eyes watching,
Dull heart longing,
Human heart lifting
In vain desire to imitate;
To be away, far separated,
Looking down
From some spire of height.     Readmore

TO COLONEL GLENN


John HannaO Colonel Glenn, you hero so bold
Remember this as now you’re told.
Next time you pass high over head
Think of me and my buzzing head
If you were here you’d quake and shake,
So drop a bomb just for my sake.I’d like to shout, I’d like to sing,
I’d like to dance out in a ring.
But I’m afraid I have to hurry,
In case the teacher’s in a flurry.
Still I’m made to laugh when I think of you
Out in orbit in the blue.      Readmore

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The following was delivered at Paddy Boyle’s Farewell Dinner on 28th January, 1991, an extraordinary meeting of the Escape Committee.

Written By Aidan Fee

Rev. Padres, fellow prisoners, and members of the Prison Visitors Committee. This is a bitter-sweet occasion. We are here to celebrate the escape of one of the Academy’s longest-stay detainees. His success in escaping came perhaps as a surprise to many - it should not have.

Rev. Padres, fellow prisoners, and members of the Prison Visitors Committee. This is a bitter-sweet occasion. We are here to celebrate the escape of one of the Academy’s longest-stay detainees. His success in escaping came perhaps as a surprise to many - it should not have.

Looking back on his time as a prisoner of war, it is possible to discern clearly that this man’s spirit was never broken. True, in some sense he was a ‘sleeper’ - just waiting the cell to activate plan x or x2 or dy/dx.

In many photographs of the prisoners he sits, apparently content to be there for the “mug shot” surrounded by row upon row of mindless minders.

This early work with the prisoners’ rights organisation the INTO was carried out with zeal and efficiency.

He was instrumental in bringing in figures such as Mustaph-Al-Mackle (an Iragi name?) to argue the case for improvements in our conditions, following the move to the new prison camp on the Killymeal Road.

He was also the figure who was given the unenviable task of helping new young prisoners to acclimatize to conditions in the prison. During these induction periods he calmed many suicidal cases - his visions of ‘life beyond’ kept them sane, facing as they were the horrifying brutality of their captors.

Often he would keep morale up with his favourite quotations, a particular favourite being Shaw’s ‘Teaching is casting fake pearls before real swine!’ His attempts to raise the cultural tone of the prison with references to French cinema - jokes about Brigitte Bardot - were greatly appreciated.

The French connection deserves mention in any official history of this period. Commander Boyle’s annual journeys to France where on parole from the prison in Dungannon involved him in some essential reconnaisance for a break out. His resources on the Normandy coast and at Dunkirk convinced him of the impossibility of an escape by boat.

A subsequent journey to the beach at St. Tropez, armed only with a bucket and spade, confirmed his belief in the value of digging - for concealment - and this was this technique which he was to perfect on his return to the Academy Camp.

His work on the escape tunnel between the old P.O.W. camp on the Killyman Road and the Dungannon Teachers’ Centre on Thomas Street is legendary.

The cynical decision of the authorities to re-site the camp on the Killymeal Road and to have it guarded by helicopter gunships was an undoubted blow to his plans but undeterred, Commander Pat Boyle continued in his quest for the perfect route out. His password was always “Revise! Revise!”

The true story of his escape will, of course, not be known for years, perhaps for ever. But no doubt other escape tunnels were begun and they are there yet. We remember Pat one famous day explaining what he had been doing in the ceiling space of Room 10. His official explanation (retrieving maths books) was so plausible it fooled many.

Many will also remember the removal of Pat’s fake cupboard from the first floor to the ground floor - a key decision in tunnelling which revealed the consummate skill of the man.

Your success, Pat Boyle, is an inspiration to us. We who remain salute you!

 

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