Francis Duggan Sometimes Poems

For a couple of years love between them did bloom
With passion and pleasure at night in their bedroom
With a two yearold daughter as their gift to life
Until his sexual affair with her best friend ended their married life
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Sometimes on my flights of fancy i can hear a cow
Lowing in a rushy field by old River Finnow
In the gray of the twilight just after sundown
In Spring in the countryside near Millstreet Town
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Sometimes what we think of others a distortion of mind
For if you only look for flaws then flaws you will find
Sometimes our eyes only tell us what they want us to see
That's how 'tis with some and that's how 'tis with me
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He is one i meet sometimes and not every day
Can you help me with money he always does say
I do not ask for that much a silver coin or two
Whatever you give i will be grateful to you
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Sometimes my dreams take me far inland from Hibernia's Shore
To old Clara Hill above high Claramore
Where the skylark a musical speck in the sky
Is caroling as up to the gray clouds he does fly
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Sometimes on my flights of fancy friends of the past i do meet
On a balmy Summer evening in the old Town of Millstreet
In visualizations of the bygone the hands of time seem to stand still
It does not seem like thirty Summers since i last saw Clara Hill
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Your worth as a writer you sometimes do doubt
Though never shortage of things for you to write about
The sun out and shining it is a nice day
And the birds chirp and sing in the park by the bay
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Sometimes by our words we are known to deceive
But in truth we are only on what we believe
And if your thoughts tell you to do others ill
You most certainly can and you certainly will
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Sometimes I envy those who never leave their Hometown
For to travel and work and to live elsewhere
They are happy in the place where they were born in
And have no wish to see some of the bigger World out there.
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Sometimes i see her in the park off of the street
And she gives me a cheery hello when we meet
Ann in her late eighties with a charm of her own
Of life's good and bad days she is one who has known
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I sometimes think of Buninyong when I'm in reflective mood
And of the people I knew there to me they were never rude
They always made me feel welcome there just like a welcome guest
And many of them sad to say now in their eternal rest.
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Either his eyes are not good or his tongue's a bit loose
For I did hear him calling a person a goose
And since geese are birds that one can see on a lake
A goose from a person one cannot mistake.
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Sometimes I do think of Duhallow where I lived up to two decades ago
Where the Blackwater the mighty river on it's journey through North Cork flow
On a journey that ends up in Youghal where it flows into the Atlantic sea
Though I now live far from the old home fields they live on in my memory.
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Do you sometimes wonder what life's all about
And your worth as a person do you often doubt?
You are not alone in feeling this way
Just one of the millions in the World of today.
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Sometimes in flights of fancy my thoughts are far away
In the old fields by the river and the sweet scent of new mown hay
On a bright morning in August in the northern Summer-time
Such scenes of pastoral beauty have inspired the poets to rhyme.
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He only lives for work and drinking for these are his passions in life
And when he goes home from the local he argues with Betty his wife
She no longer cooks him his supper she tells him you can help yourself
In the fridge you'll find eggs and bacon and there's coffee
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