Francis Duggan Poems

In my flights of fancy i hear and i see
A male pink breasted chaffinch on high branch of leafy birch tree
Singing in the quiet of the evening just before sundown
In a rushy field just west of Millstreet Town
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The wonders of Nature an amazing thing
Migratory waders fly north to breed in the Arctic Spring
And to escape the harsh Arctic Winter fly south again
The mysteries of Nature as a mystery remain
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Since any deceased person i have known has not come back to me to tell
Of the existence of a Heaven or of the existence of a Hell
Of life after bodily death how am i to know
Since of the existence of such anyone has not proof to me for to show
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A beauty money i do not pay to see
The beauty of Nature is all around me
On this showery October day in the prime of the Spring
The nesting wild birds of Nature do whistle and sing
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In life many lessons as some like to say
And of Nature we learn new things every day
The magpies with their feathers fluffed in the morning sun lay
For to take in the sunshine this is their way
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Out of war and blood letting many heroes are made
And for living and dead war heroes many a street parade
And at the war memorial the last post by the lone bugler played
The war supposed to end all wars from history not allowed to fade
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For the last four decades of my life i have been a rhyming buff
And in that time it can be said i have penned reams of stuff
I am not a poet never said i was i am just one who pens rhyme
Though some i know do look on this as a big waste of time
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Who cares what the majority do think or do say
Look who they vote into office on election day
Politicians who put jobs before the health of the environment for short term gain
And in so doing condemn the future generations of people to climate related pain
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Denis Mac was a builder and was good at Gaelic football
And he owned the Star Ballroom a famous dance hall
He knew of success and he lived a long life
And grew old in Millstreet Town with Cis Murphy his Millstreet wife
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It will not matter to me what happens to my last remains when i have lived my last night and day
And i do not wish anyone to grieve for me and for me to kneel and pray
I will have had a good innings and life has been good to me
And though i love life death to me will come and what must be will be
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