She Is The Only Immortal Poem by Francis Duggan

She is the only immortal of which I can claim to know
And my wonder of her only does seem to grow
I loved her as a schoolboy fifty years ago
Long before the passing of the Seasons on me began to show.

A long time ago and from here far away
When the hawthorns were in their white blooms of the May
And the nesting songbirds chirped and sung all the day
The memories remain though we grow old and gray.

The Goddess of Nature she will never grow old
Her immortal beauty is lovely to behold
The songs of her wild birds a thing to enjoy
In the soul of the ageing man lives the young boy.

The pink flowers are blooming on her flowering gum tree
And the beauty she creates it is all around me
On my life her Reaper will have the last say
And in her earthy bosom my remains will lay.