Time With It Brings Changes Poem by Francis Duggan

Time With It Brings Changes



On the roadways of Ireland no trace of them and their horses and their Romany horse drawn vans today
That time brings with it changes only true to say
The early nineteen sixties to my homeland brought change
The Ireland I loved to me now would look strange

Changes keep on happening and few things as they were last
The Irish Travellers nowadays just a memory of the past
But in those who remember them good memories remain
Of what used to be but will not be again

Their vans parked by the by roads once a familiar sight
They sung and danced and played music around their campfires at night
But human progress has it's side affects why otherwise pretend
The sharp increase on motorized traffic on the roadway brought their way of life to an end

Without them and their pinto horses and Romany vans Irish country roads not the same
They lost out to this thing known as progress by name
Their ancestors were the sinned against and the oppressed
The people by Cromwell's army dispossessed

On the roadways of Ireland never more to be seen
They only remain as a beautiful memory of what has been
Time with it brings changes and few things as they were does last
And all that remains are memories of the past.

Monday, September 24, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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John Beaton 24 September 2018

Hi, Francis. Having grown up in the Scottish Highlands, I can identify with this picture of an almost bygone way of life. I say almost, because there are still one or two groups roaming around the northwest, When I was a boy, an old fellow from one of the caravans mentored me a bit in fly fishing. He'd invite me in for a cup of tea with him and his wife now and again. Their caravan was like an Aladdin's cave inside- magical. Your poem is a reminiscence I enjoyed.

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