Francis Duggan Poems

The temperatures are soaring to 38 degrees
The day is warm and humid with scarce a puff of breeze
El Nino is around again sucking moisture from the ground
And brown and dry the countryside and the landscape all around
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Go quietly like the river near the great ocean shore
Back to Nature's bosom to rest forever more
Go dignified though you're experiencing pain
And grudges you hold to your end don't retain
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The white backed magpie singing in the sunshine his song is such a pleasant thing to hear
His kind are known to sing in every Season they can be heard every day of the year
Their flute like notes can never be mistaken at their breeding time they even sing at night
How pleasant whilst you lay in bed to hear them piping in the lamp of the moonlight
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The last day of December 07 a high of forty degrees
And the sun glowing in the blue sky and there's great warmth in the breeze
That blows down from the old hill by the warm days left brown
Along the quiet and wide streets of the old country town
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Far north of here my journey through life began
And by distant hills I grew into a man
But since I'm not a seer why should I pretend
That I know where the journey for me will end
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We all do have our own daydreams though for so few daydreams do come true
And so many feel disappointed at lack of success they feel to them that's overdue
The idea of success to everyone is different one's dream of success to another seems small
What one sees as a successful existence to another not successful at all
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John Howard in retirement he lives the good life
With Janette one can say his devoted wife
His term as Australian Prime Minister by the voters was brought to an end
But with fame and money he won't go short of a friend
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The gap between the haves and the have nots so sad to say is growing ever wide
And those who live in the poor suburb must not have a god on their side
The Government and politicians in general ignore them it would seem they have taken note
That many who live in the poor suburb do not even bother to vote
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The countryside looks lush and greener after the recent rain
And the sheep and cattle with more grass to eat kilos in weight do gain
This place affected less by climate change or so 'twould seem that way
Through the undulating coastal landscape wafts the pleasant scent of hay
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Time it does pass slowly when you've got no work to do
And every hour spent idle it passes slow as two
One's better by far working no matter what the pay
It's a better way to pass the time than idling all day.
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