Where Everyone Knows Everyone Poem by Francis Duggan

Where Everyone Knows Everyone



To where everyone knows everyone the Seasons come and go
And from the foot of the brown hill the creek to the river flow
And in the Town Park all day long the white backed magpie sing
And wildflowers in the sunshine bloom in the green prime of the Spring.

In where everyone knows everyone not everyone are friends
Unresolved disputes live on for years and in death only ends
familiarity can breed contempt as some are known to say
And where everyone knows everyone life too can be this way.

Where everyone knows everyone your business is not your own
And secrets that you thought were yours by everyone are known
And where everyone knows everyone secrets are very rare
And of every move you seem to make everyone seems aware.

The old creek from the foothills goes babbling down the height
And where everyone knows everyone tis a day of warm sunlight
And the whistling of the shrike thrush is carrying in the breeze
On a warm day in October close to twenty five degrees.

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