Francis Duggan


Poems of Francis Duggan

341. A Rhymer I'll Remain 9/19/2009
342. A Rhymer Is All I Can Be 10/17/2008
343. A Rhymer To Them Is A Poetaster 3/6/2008
344. A Role Model He's Surely Not 4/8/2008
345. A Saying We Hear Often 1/21/2009
346. A Schoolboy Of The Fifties 7/2/2008
347. A Scottish Migrant 2/23/2010
348. A Secret Of Nature 3/17/2008
349. A Self Imposed Outsider 1/9/2010
350. A Self Professed Know It All 2/18/2009
351. A Sense Of Place 12/13/2009
352. A September Day 5/30/2008
353. A September Night In The Countryside 10/2/2009
354. A Shell Of The Man 6/6/2008
355. A Shih Tzu 8/5/2008
356. A Showery October Afternoon 1/6/2008
357. A Shy And Single Man 7/20/2008
358. A Shy Young Gippsland Poet 3/7/2008
359. A Shy Young Woman From Kilcorney 3/6/2008
360. A Sign From Nature 12/22/2009

Return of the Redwings

O'er hills and fields and moonlit rural town
The redwings in their thousands journey down
From cold northlands to southern places bound
Again they fly back to their wintering ground

In early November I can still recall
In colder weather towards end of the Fall
Of hearing redwings in the starry sky
The migrant thrushes give voice as they fly.

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