Francis Duggan


Francis Duggan Poems

341. With Each Passing Day 6/29/2008
342. With All Of The World Poetasters 5/15/2008
343. With A Smirk On Your Face 1/29/2010
344. Wish I Were Born Basil 1/20/2008
345. Wise Up Tom Fool 2/24/2008
346. Wise People Are Hard To Be Found 5/17/2008
347. Wise People 2/5/2009
348. Wise Man Old Joe 7/27/2009
349. Wisdom On It 4/1/2009
350. Wisdom As Such 8/11/2008
351. Winter Memories 1/28/2008
352. Winter In Duhallow 5/22/2008
353. Winning Only Matters 4/30/2008
354. Winifred Letts 2/20/2008
355. Winged Terror 5/14/2008
356. Windbags 2/23/2008
357. Willy Wags His Tail 7/25/2008
358. Willie Remembers 1/7/2008
359. Willie Neenan's Road 12/18/2009
360. Willie Neenan's Night 3/22/2009

Makarora

Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
redpoll
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same

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