Ellen Ni Bheachain (October 2nd 1962 / Dublin Ireland)
Biography of Ellen Ni Bheachain
Hello Poets and Readers,
My Name in Irish is: Ellin-Maura Ni Bheachain,
My Name in English is: Ellen-Mary Behan.
I am also known to Elders and Family members as: Eileen. In Irish is: Eibhlin.
I was born in 1962 in Dublin Ireland. Living on the Northside of Dublin where I was raised and went to school.
Going to Primary School at Scoil Eithne in Edenmore, Raheny, Dublin 5, is where my Teacher: Ms. Turley encourged me to keep writing. It was thanks to her I got to know what Poetry to Prose was at such an early age.
She was always one for entering us into the 'Bord Bainne Contest' at Liberty Hall in Dublin 1 backin 1969 -1972, where we competed with other Primary Schools (Elementary Schools) .
I and many in my class did very well and got many awards representing our School 'Scoil Eithne' in Edenmore Dublin 5.
I did well in Secondary also on Short Stories and Poetry to Prose.
In teenage years I used it for helping in writing songs which got me into many a grand sessions.
Now, at 48 years of age I am just starting to get collective with them.
Here is a sample of some and then of others that will go from long poetry to Prose in writing with the same title.
I hope you enjoy them as I enjoy reading yours on Poem Hunter.
And for those that link into from the site giving out. You should join and try your hand at it, 'Writing Poetry'.
It is good for the Soul and a grand release for Letting it all out to go on and get over it!
I hope to have a published book of poems out by end of this year 2010!
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