Pa Buckley Poem by Francis Duggan

In Shrone in Sliabh Luachra Pa Buckley grew into a man
But in Annagloor west of Millstreet in Duhallow he lived out his life span
Perhaps he was In his sixties when he breathed his last
On looking back the Seasons time does tick on fast

A good man who did live an honorable life
With his son Paudie and Nora Twohig his wife
In Cadbury's Rathmore one who worked hard for his every take home pay
A gentleman in his own quiet and unassuming way

Pa Buckley a man i had not seen for years
His passing from life would not have gone without tears
In Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra his was a known and loved face
And Annagloor for him in it was a better place

An easy going person quite free of conceit
Who in the flesh will never again be seen west of Millstreet
For us a last Winter and Spring and Summer and Fall
And a last night and day it will come to us all

By Cashman's Hill in St Mary's in Millstreet the last remains lay
Of Pa Buckley a good man of him one can say
He was one in life who sowed karma's good seed
And of more of his kind the Human World is in need.