Francis Duggan Poems

They have been around for thousand of centuries before the invention of rhyme
Those old hills of Dunkeld are so old in time
Those old stony mountains are so very old
So majestic and untamed and rugged to behold,
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His thoughts seldom dwell on the life he did know
In the Land that he lived in five decades ago
In this Southern Land he will live his last day
And here his last remains are destined to lay.
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They planted trees on the old stony mountain
That is going back some twenty years ago
But twenty years on the hill is as bare as ever
Amongst the stones the trees refused to grow.
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Compared to some my worries are not heavy
Though my best clothing only op shop clothes
My only problem is a lack of money
And on trees and bushes money never grows.
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So much to write about of Mother Nature
Her beauty all around us night and day
One could talk about her till the call of the reaper
So much of her to write of and to say.
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Have you ever felt that the whole World is against you
And of any happiness you do feel in despair
Of your friends you learn of friends only so called
When you are in trouble they are never there
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You are never too old to love and you are never too young to die
And those who tell you differently the facts of life deny
And at times than to tell the truth it is easier by far to lie
And that's as sure as ducks can't bark and that's as sure as dogs can't fly.
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Though their problems to you may seem small their problems to them are so real
For we do not live in their shoes and we cannot feel how they feel
And we cannot think how they think about their crosses of life
We cannot put ourselves in their place they too have their own inner strife.
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He remembers the fields where the rank rushes grow
Where in Spring all day long on the wildering hedgerow
The birds sing and whistle from dawn until dark
And amongst the gray clouds the carolling lark
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To many the thistles are a noxious weed
But too late to spray them or cut them when they have gone to seed
The wind blows them elsewhere where they germinate
And one thistle flower many thistles create.
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