I'Ve Heard It Said That Trix Who Lives Next Door Poem by Francis Duggan

I've been told that Trix next door has passed away
And that her remains under Wonthaggi earth lay
But I think what I've heard must be hear say
For I've seen her in her garden yesterday.

She sat on chair in the shade of old ash tree
Her favourite cat 'Licky' upon her knee
And she hummed to herself an old familiar air
As she gently stroked the purring feline's hair.

I gazed and gazed methought this cannot be
Or have my eyes been playing cruel tricks on me
But I saw Trix and she was much alive
And looking fresh and young for eighty five..

I've heard it said that trix who lives next door
Will not be seen in Watt Street anymore
But only yesterday I swear I see
Her sitting on chair in the shade of old ash tree.