Phil Ward

Poem By Francis Duggan

Phil ward one who never has too much to say
Yet a quiet achiever in his own quiet way
An emerging young artist of Warnnambool Town
His yet may be far more than local renown
In South West Victoria's art circles an emerging name
Yet he is one who may not cope well with fame
Being the object of adulation shy people find hard to embrace
And amongst adoring fans can feel quite out of place
And though Phil his genius does not seem to promote
What he creates does make him worthy of note
Amongst Warrnambool's best emerging artists he does rate
A name for the future for to celebrate
Phil Ward is approaching his artistic prime
He may yet be celebrated in story and rhyme.

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