Wednesday, December 14, 2016

A Fellow From Kanturk

Far south of Kanturk by the babbling Allow
That flows to the Blackwater in fields of Duhallow
The years telling on him he used to be fitter
In time even marble loses some of it's glitter

Without children or a wife for to worry over
For years he has enjoyed the life of a rover
Quite contented in his life he never seeks pity
He says he will die in old Warrnambool City

In his younger years a hard worker and a risk taker
In the Australian outback a shearer as well as a horse breaker
He tamed the wild brumbies and he mustered cattle
One need not go to war for to fight the life's battle

His hair was brown but time has left him looking older and gray
And one can say of him he has known a better day
He worked on city building sites and on pipeline crews as a pipe layer
His sort of person nowadays becoming rare

Of women in his life he is one who had many
But as far as he knows of children he has never had any
He often drank lots of beer and remained mellow
And he is as he always was a likeable fellow

A well traveled man he has been to many places
And he has mixed and worked with men of many races
A fellow in his early seventies from Kanturk kindhearted and witty
Enjoying his twilight years in Warrnambool City.
Francis Duggan
Topic(s) of this poem: people
from 'rhymeonly'

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