Francis Duggan Poems

The gray clouds of winter in the southern sky
When the southern right whales come to Port Fairy with their calves in July
On East Beach the whale watchers assemble to see
From their binoculars the giant mammals of the deep sea
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My worth as a rhymer i never cease to doubt
But for anyone that way inclined so much to write about
New wonders around us to see every day
In life we never stop learning as some like to say
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It is something i have loved since i was a young boy
The beauty of birdsong i still do enjoy
Each species of bird can be recognized by it's song
The bird by it's singing you cannot get wrong
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He is mentally tortured by his inner strife
Another day out of his miserable life
The sadness that engulfs him for him hard to bear
Of any happiness in his life he does despair
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Today in the park Jim C i did meet
A gray haired old fellow with gaps in his teeth
With a nod and a smile he bid me a good day
I wished him the same as he went on his way
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For one to be referred to as a donkey is not meant to be a compliment in any way
But these should not be seen as put down words despite what the ignorant do say
In my days as a primary school goer of donkey ways i grew to know
Then i came to realize those who look on them as stupid their own lack of knowledge do show
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I first fell in love with Mother Nature as a boy in old fields far away
In time going back more than five decades and i still do love her today
The creator of flora and fauna she takes every life she does give
She never does cease to amaze me her i will love for as long as i live
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Far from the noisy streets of the big town
The creek from the mountains does wind it's way down
Through flat shrubby paddocks on it's sea going way
It babbles all night and it babbles all day
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The gap between the haves and the have nots is growing wide by the day
And that does seem a sad thing for to have to say
So many must try to sleep without shelter tonight
In a World where some do have too much this doesn't seem right
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The yellow eyed currawongs the dark birds of rain
They call out karrawang again and again
And rain clouds are gathering in the gray sky
In the depths of winter in Mt Dandy in july
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