Rosebank

by

Francis Duggan

From the village of rosebank the hills look so green
A beautiful country as fine as i've seen
A gem of the mountains on the higher ground
Is this quiet little village with hills all around.

In the green frog cafe i go back in time
A bard of the old school sat crafting his rhyme
His long hair and long beard seemed whiter than gray
And he sat in the cafe and wrote every day.

In the 'green frog' each morning for an hour or two
He sipped his coffee looking out on the view
He took in the beauty it came out in words
The green of the woods and the songs of the birds.

He sat in the cafe this maker of song
And sipped on his coffee and he thought hard and long
And he gazed on those mountains and song to him came
And he died old and poor though he live on in fame.

And though the bard for long years has now lain with the dead
His verses survive and by many still read
And the mountains of rosebank that gave him his rhyme
Are still green as ever unfaded by time.

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Why don't you look at For our mistakes
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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