Francis Duggan


A Sense Of Place - Poem by Francis Duggan

Patriotism I can gladly live without
Though the old home place I often think about
Old Claraghatlea just out of Millstreet Town
With Clara mountain ever looking down
On that green countryside as old as time
Where I was born and raised and spent my prime
Though there today mine may be a stranger's face
I do still retain in me a sense of place
And though quite a journey from this southern shore
To the high fields of distant Claramore
I do go back there when I visualize
And from the bracken the brown skylark rise
And like a fading dot in the Spring morning sky
I hear him singing as to the clouds he fly.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009



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