Treasure Island

Francis Duggan


Rick From Portsmouth


Not one recognized him on the street as he walked up and down
He felt like a stranger in his old Hometown
A stranger to everyone that he did meet
And even a stranger on his old home street
When he went for a holiday to there last year in May
Rick from Portsmouth had been forty years away
He says I will never go back there again
But fond memories of what used to be I retain
He says in this Country till I die I will stay
And under Australian earth my remains will lay
I'll never again hear Atlantic waves roar
And crash against the rocky cliffs of England's shore
And Portsmouth now to him just a memory
The Town he was raised in by the Atlantic Sea.

Submitted: Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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