Francis Duggan Poems

Everywhere that I do turn to look her beauty I can see
You can have your invisible God though goddess Nature will do me
I can hear her wild birds singing at the dawning of the day
Just before the sun starts rising above the wood across the way
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On the last time that I was in old Toora Town
The hills all around were in their Autumn brown
The dark winged swallows were circling in the sky
And the day I recall it was sunny and dry.
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A huge population in the World of six billion or more
And the numbers increasing as never before
And people dying of hunger and in war zones every day
Life for most not easy 'twould be fair to say
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She was nineteen years old the Rose of the Town
With brown eyes and shoulder length tresses of brown
But the reaper on all of our lives has the final say
And all is quiet and dark now where she does lay.
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The stuff that I pen I could not hope to sell
And here's for posterity one more doggerel
The migratory waders long gone north to breed
And the thistles of Autumn have matured to seed
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In her dark and earthy bosom forever I will lay
For I'll return to Nature I know I will one day
Like everyone before me that will be my destiny
For I'm one more mere mortal there's a use by date on me
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Despite her seven decades of years she is still the Town's
best poet
And of her writing talents the critics have taken note
The younger poets look up to her and them she does inspire
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It was an old Countryside I used to know
Where from the hills of Kilcunda the old Powlett flow
Through the land that was once owned by the Bunurong
That often inspires poets to poetry and song,
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The leaves are now brown on the deciduous trees
And there is a coolness in the afternoon breeze
It rained for a couple of hours overnight
And everywhere looks so fresh in the Autumn sunlight
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Loathed by so many and loved by so few
The weed that is known as 'the wandering jew'
It survives in all weather even in long spells of drought
And I would not know how it's name came about
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