Francis Duggan Poems

I feel grateful for every day I wake to see
Since eventually there will come a tomorrow that will not dawn for me
On how long anyone will live there is no guarantee
You may die as a child or live to die at one hundred and three
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As birds go black tailed native hens are a nomadic race
They never seem to stay for long in any one place
Mostly dark with green and red bills and of humans quite shy
When they see you they disappear into cover by lake or waterway nearby
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He went to see life in the big World out there
Where many looked on him as the man from elsewhere
In the World out there so much for to see
But it turned out quite different than he thought it would be
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When the AdelaideA F L Football Club loses the disappointment on his face shows
For he is a fan of the footballing Crows
But when they do win on his face a big smile
Perhaps this makes up for his disappointments and makes his barracking worthhis while
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In his retirement from laying of heavy pipes he is one who travels far
In east and south and western Australia from his home in San Remo Victoria by motor car
With his metal detector in search of precious gold
It is of men like Michael Kelleher that adventure stories are written of and told
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A freshening coastal breeze and the white surf waves roar
A nice day to be walking by the southern shore
The silver gulls mewing as above the foreshore they fly
And just a few clouds of grey in the mostly blue sunny sky
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To write rhymes one does not need any literary degrees
Just to know that trees always does rhyme well with breeze
And tight in rhyme never does go well with loose
And moose always does seem to go well with goose
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Some do need admirers To boost their self esteem
A human need in them or so it does seem
But others are different quite different indeed
For the admiration of others in them they do not have the need
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Most of those she went to school with in cemeteries lay
But she in her nineties seems quite well today
An actress and storyteller and poetry she does write
She remains as she always was a socialite
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There is beauty around us every day for to see
A magpie is warbling high on a tall tree
And the yellow billed dark feathered songsters of Spring
So lovely for to hear the male blackbirds sing
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