Francis Duggan Poems

Since I've not harmed them in any way of which I'm aware
Of how others look on me why should I much care
If they choose to judge me that's their business not mine
And if they choose to pigeon hole me well that suits me fine.
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In small family groups birds that I often see
They hop on ground near hedge, bush or small tree
The dominant male is dark blue the younger males and females a lightish gray
I've seen them in the Winter sunshine today.
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They marry a local and settle down
And raise their children in their Countrytown
Their sedentary lives they love and do embrace
And in truth I envy them their sense of place.
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Do you live in a community where you feel you do not belong
Where your bond to those who live in close proximity to say the least not strong
You do not attend community meetings and you not many wish to know
And you only get a blank stare when to some you say hello?
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The tiny breeding frogs are singing in the roadside drain
And the magpie he pipes in the wind and the rain
And as shades of darkness roll across the sky
The foxes are barking on the hill nearby
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He is such a joyful winner but he does not like to lose
His favourite team won at the weekend so he went on the booze
He could not go to work today he feels fuzzy in the head
And nursing his hangover he lay at home in bed.
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You look at him the one we chose to lead
He does appear so ordinary indeed
Are we so blind that through him we cannot see
If he's so average how stupid are we?
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The tired and aged horse in the paddock his better days they are long gone
Though he is enjoying his old age and for as long as he can he'll live on
In his prime he was used for rounding up cattle he could run as fast as a hare
But now his fastest is a slow trot the poor old bay seems the worst for wear.
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Of war heroes so much is written and said
But for every living war hero there are a thousand war dead
And dead heroes and dead villians they all are the same
They will not hear you speak when you mention them by name.
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The more I learn of Nature the less of her I know I know
The little bird that all day search for insects in the hedgerow
Lives quite a complex lifestyle though we may not think so
The more I learn of Nature the more my wonder of her grow.
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