Francis Duggan Poems

A flock of starlings of at least 500 starlings in the darkening evening sky
Towards the reed beds in the swamplands for to roost they quickly fly
In a tight flock together they fly at such great speed
They seem to be quite leaderless a leader they don't need
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I know the singer of the song though him i cannot see
His voice i knew in my younger years lives in my memory
The green he wears it blends in well with the foilage of the blackwood tree
Where he sing in the sun and wind in the warmth of January.
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Bureaucracy directors can be so immoral and dishonest
They pay their C E O's millions in salaries every year
For to sack workers and run on slender budgets
'We must protect our profits from them we only hear'
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I am not the type a mum and dad would feel proud to call son
But if i can live till i die without harming anyone
Then my existence will not have been in vain
Since i did not inflict on others pain,
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The cold north winds of January blew across the Countryside
And Clara wore his hat of snow on the day that old Jack died
Old Jack our brave brown cattle dog we never more would see
We buried him in the backyard by the sycamore tree
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He pens and sings his own ballads the Southern Grampians balladeer
And through the famous old shire he is known far and near
At pubs and clubs in Hamilton he often does entertain
A middle aged bush Poet and about him nothing vain.
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In 100 years from now
There will be pig, goat and cow
And donkey, horse, sheep, rabbit and hare
Though many wild birds and animals may be rare.
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It bothers me a little since his eyes i can't see
The bloke wearing dark sunglasses who is looking at me
The windows of his soul from the World he disguise
There are few things more strange than a face without eyes
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Mick Barry was a road bowler in his time Ireland's best
And he was never found wanting when he was put to the test
The pride of Cork road bowlers and old road bowling fans still recall
That his scores with Armagh's Danny McPartland were the greatest scores of all,
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The cradle of Humanity anthropoligists say
Africa the great Continent from here far away
And though for the air ticket i cannot afford to pay
If wishes come true i will go there one day.
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