Dan Mulcahy Poem by Francis Duggan

I did know Dan Mulcahy since he was a young boy
Annagloor, friends and family his life's sense of joy
One who was not granted a long span of life
Now grieved by friends and family and Ana Victoria his wife

Seems a pity he was not granted a longer life span
As he did grow into a likeable young man
In Annagloor in the flesh never more to be seen
Though fond memories of him will remain evergreen

With those lucky enough to have known him but the saddest thing of all
Is to know that in Annagloor he has lived his final Fall
But in the old fields he loved his spirit will remain
And he'll walk by the river from Kippagh Lake again

I last saw Dan Mulcahy twenty five years ago
On a day in November cold enough to snow
The river bank high through Annagloor did flow
And the wind from the mountains with a cold chill did blow

Then tall young lean and handsome and in his life's prime
Though change does occur in such a span of time
Sad to think gone from Annagloor his loved familiar face
He was one who did have a strong sense of place.