Francis Duggan

By Cashman's High Field - Poem by Francis Duggan

By Cashman's high field from here far away
In St Mary's of Millstreet the Parish dead lay
Some of them I knew well in decades gone by
But on looking back the years time does seem to fly
For as long as the gift of memory we retain
Fond memories of them with us will remain
The breath of life from them may forever be gone
But mental pictures of them in our minds living on
Many of their descendants are living in the Millstreet of today
Life it does go on as some are known to say
The past is behind us the future ahead
And we live in the now as has often been said
The Reaper swings his scythe of death with a will
And each week more laid to rest by Cashman's old hill.

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 15, 2016

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