Tower Hill Cemetery

Poem By Francis Duggan

All day and night the cars pass up and down
Between Warrnambool City and old Port Fairy Town
In the Moyne Shire on the Princes Highway
By the cemetery where the dead at Tower Hill lay
But traffic noise will not wake the forever gone
And life as usual in the World goes on
Perhaps some of Tower Hill's deceased drove on the Princes Highway years ago
Long before time it did become their foe
Many of Tower Hill's deceased attended primary school
In the Moyne Shire or the City of Warrnambool
In south west Victoria in the coastal countryside
Many of them lived their lives there and died
And in Tower Hill cemetery their remains lay
At peace forever by the Princes Highway.

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