Francis Duggan Poems

Where the thistledown is flying in the breezy morning air
In the stony dry country the brown country out there
And only the songs of magpies and the bleatings of sheep one hear
In a place where so few people live and the nearest big town not near.
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In her friend and lover Dana her soul mate she has found
Serena she is lucky few good men like him around
But the same can be said for Dana the Serena types are rare
One doesn't meet a Serena everyday and everywhere.
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And who can blame the husband and who can blame the wife
Their marriage doomed for failure it could not last for life
They were so very different so different in every way
The ways of love not easy as some are known to say.
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On the Australian mainland a familiar crow
The Australian raven everyone seem to know
Their long drawn out caws one can never mistake
Echo in the paddocks just after daybreak,
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In fancy i hear the robin sing in the wind and the rain
And the wood by the old hill i do see again
And water bank high in the stream and the drain
And fresh in my memory the home fields remain.
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Where the pale green undulating fields slope gently to the sea
The coastal lands of England she never more may see
With a terminal illness her bones in southern soil will lay
From her old northern Homeland twelve thousand miles away,
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A light cover of snow lay on the mountain and the air had a wintery chill
And the cold damp winds of January blew across Clara hill
As we climbed up towards the wooden cross Jerry and John Mahony, Donal Hickey and i
A memory to remember until the day i die.
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The first Russian World heavyweight champion and surely a giant of a man
Taller and heavier than even Primo Carnera and the pride of his race and his clan
His name is Nikolai Valuev a boxer managed by the renowned Don King
He remains undefeated as a professional boxer and his praises we ought to sing.
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'Tis true what they say about people today's friend can be tomorrow's enemy
And that nothing in life lasts forever applies too to you and to me
As dead as the dodo they used say now they say the same thing about rhyme
And most things do have their use by date and few things stand the test of time,
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It is said poets are born and poets are rare
And not many poets in the big world out there
But many poetasters themselves self promote
And in reference to self always use the word poet,
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