John Twomey - Poem by Francis Duggan
He was the Poet of Mushera with words he had a way
And is he amongst the living still don't ask me i can't say
From Duhallow he migrated when i was very young
His words had music in them and his songs today are sung
Today around Duhallow and memories of him live on
Though from the North Cork Barony John Twomey has long gone
From Mushera and Kilcorney and nearby Millstreet Town
Where he was celebrated and where he once knew renown.
New heroes in Duhallow with his pen he did create
When local sporting triumphs he choose to celebrate
The Poet Laureate of Duhallow that title with him remain
And in North Cork his equal may never be seen again.
To the Goddess of Poesy John Twomey he was true
And credit should be given to where credit it is due
Perhaps Duhallow's greatest poet since Edward Walsh's time
He was one who was far greater than your average man of rhyme.
A Duhallow Laureate of the wordsmith trade
And 'tis true that poets are born and cannot be made
A legend of North Cork many decades ago
I knew him through his verses though him i did not know.
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