Francis Duggan Poems

I fancy I can hear the robin singing at the dawning of the day
As a red Summer sun is rising o'er a brown hill far away
And a new mown meadow scent sweetly of the sweetness of hay
And the memory of such beauty for a lifetime with one stay.
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Man and woman take care of yourself though that you do not say
That is Moses unwritten commandment the one that you obey
Though people like you are plentiful there are many more like you
Those who show genuine concern for others as ever are the few.
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A poet if ever there was one is Christie the Queen of Song
She sings her songs on her guitar whilst others sing along
Her singing voice distinctive is so beautiful and clear
And she is one of those that you've heard once that again you want to hear.
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Sad news a news that travels far and wide
And I was told of how young Kevin Hickey died
On the Shannaknock road of his car he lost control
And the reaper claimed his body not his soul.
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The old poetess Ann sat by the fire she was in the mood for rhyme
Her thoughts were of her younger years when she was in her prime
When she was with the sheep shearer Dave the great love of her life
The man who fathered her son Joe and who took her for his wife.
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What's life about the years and months go by
And are we only born to age and die
And is there life beyond the grave of death
Or do we die forever when we draw our final breath?
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The potential for goodness is in all of Humankind
And in the very worst person some good traits you'll find
It is just that something in their thinking in some way has gone wrong
And some human frailty is even found in the mentally strong.
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In Claraghatlea by Millstreet Town where I once did reside
The dreams I had of poetic fame in those old green fields died
I never did become a poet for poets are very few
And dreams of course are only dreams and dreams seldom come true.
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In the cold depths of Winter the grey butcherbird sing
And only nine weeks or thereabouts till the first breath of Spring
Five days ago of daylight hours the year's shortest day
And time it keeps ticking and ticking away.
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No you are not that special not one of the chosen few
And the woman that you married she does not belong to you
And each an individual though you do not see it that way
For you think that you own her just going by what you say.
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