Francis Duggan


For Heroes Are Mortals


In times of pre history many centuries ago
What century or date none alive seem to know
Ferdi the top warrior of Maeve Queen of Connacht battled with Fionn Mcool
A legend we learned of in our days in school
As legend would have it the mighty Fionn won
But legends are legends when all is said and done
Even back in pre-history heroes they did create
We all do need heroes for to celebrate,
Call it myth or legend or call it what you may
They had heroes back then and we have heroes today
The great warrior Fionn was one without fear
A giant of a man or so of him we hear
But of course Fionn grew old and of course he did die
For heroes are mortals just like you and I.

Submitted: Sunday, June 15, 2008

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