While we await the return of our Mini Moores and Mighty Moores training sessions we are resharing the poem the late Lorcán O'Rourke wrote in tribute to our future stars during Lockdown in April 2020.

In Praise of our Moorefield Boys and Girls

I heard the sound of silence

When the virus closed the fields

The gates were locked in Pollardstown

While the grass grew tall and green

The Moorefield fields are empty

With pitches out of bounds

Where we love the hurling and football

With friendship all around

The players they all stayed at home 

To protect their health and friends

Checked their kit and heard the call

A hurley, football, a concrete wall 

I heard it in the early morning

All day long it rang

In every estate and park

From midday until dark

The sound of sliotar on camán

Pinging on the garden wall

The thud of football leather

Echoed out as a call to all

They practise all the skills

The boys and girls in green 

They get ready to play again

When better days are here

It’s tough for now at home all day

But our future seniors dream

Of fields of play in Pollardstown

When the whistle blows again

We dream of games in summer

And finals in September

Trophies to be collected

And fond memories to remember

So, keep up your practice

And get your skills in tune

There’s magic in your hands and feet

To make the scoreboard sing

Lorcán O’Rourke