Were I A Songwriter Poem by Francis Duggan

Were I a songwriter I would pen a song
Of the river to the sea that babbles along
By ditch and by hedgerow by night and by day
From the valley by the brown hill from here far away.

Were I a songwriter a song I would sing
Of when nesting birds sing in the prime of the Spring
And swallows chasing flying insects in the sunny sky
Above the green valley all day long do fly.

And of warm Summer days full of the buzzings of wild honeybees
As they search for nectar on the blossoming bushes and trees
And of green grassy places bedecked with wildflowers
That bloom in the sunshine after Summer showers.

I would sing of true love that never grows old
And young and not so young women lovely to behold
And of a peaceful World where love reigns supreme
Such a World can exist for those who dare to dream.

Were I a songwriter I would sing of joy
The laughter of a happy young girl and boy
And of the great beauty that's all around me
But a songwriter I can only wish to be.