Biography of Francie Lynch
Born a while ago in an area of County Monaghan, Ireland, called Loughegish (Lake of the Learned) . When the flax mill failed my father went to Canada and we emigrated six months later to Sarnia, Ont. I grew up here, worked in Education for my career and am happily retired writing poetry.
- My Poem is My True Selfie
- Autumn Is Icumen In -new-
- I Got You Babe
- The Gypsy Woman
- What's a Plumber's Ball?
- For Aine
- For My Grandchild
- This Friendship Has Sunk
- I'm a Piece of Work -new-
- Not Alone At All -new-
- Retired Teacher
- Environmentally Friendly
Between autumn's offerings and spring's wings
Our winter lights are everything.
Crisp sky nights string tinsel streams, and
Crystal air hails winter's dreams.
Poplar trees that snowed in summer,
Are treasures held in winter's slumber.
Bare branches reach in silhouette,
For crowning stars where none now sit.