Reality Has It

Poem By Francis Duggan

For all of us a place where we first saw light of day
You may live there now or near to it or from it live far away
And though there yours may not be a well known face
Where you live today is now your home place
Home is where the heart is as some like to say
But reality has it in a different way
Though others may see it in ways differently
Home where i now live is home to me
And though from there i now do live far away
I do love Claraghatlea my first home though there i did not stay
In the green countryside just west of Millstreet Town
Where old Clara Mountain does ever look down
But i too love Koroit my new Hometown near the City of Warrnambool
Far south of where i was born and near to where i went to school.

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