Francis Duggan


Just Reminiscing - Poem by Francis Duggan

O'er the quiet pool where the moorhen dwell the shades of night are falling
And in the field beside the hill the hunting fox is calling
On bare branches new leaves begin to bud on trees bare since December
The Seasons come and the Seasons go but the past I still remember.

The zest that I once had for life of late me has forsaken
And memories of a distant shore the nostalgia in me does not awaken
My neighbour is in a good mood of late he feels happy for a good reason
This is his favourite time of year the start of the Football Season.

Far north of here and far away the tiny brown wren is singing
And greeness coming to the woods and the hedgerows are ringing
To the voices of the singing birds robins, blackbirds, finches and thrushes
And male pheasant he can be heard crowing amongst the knee high rushes.

'Tis Autumn in this Southern Land the sun is brightly shining
And in the beer gardens of the Town lovers wining and dining
And white butterflies and their brown cousins as light as a tiny bird's feather
Flit to and fro above the park enjoying the sunny weather.

Just reminiscing of what once was when I was younger and leaner
When I was full of the zest for life and to the ways of life was greener
'Tis early Spring far north of here by the old hills of Duhallow
Where I lived in my younger years till I had dreams to follow.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 2, 2008



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