Francis Duggan Poems

The sky over Yangery sunless and gray
And it looks like that there will not be much sunshine today
In the brown and dry paddocks that look rather exposed and bare
There is not enough of grass for to sustain a hare
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For my lack of material success i only have myself to blame
Though i never yearn for wealth and for fame
Just one of the literary never do well
Like every old scribbler who pens doggerel
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How pleasant the sweet scent of grass freshly mowed for hay
And the hum of nectar gathering bees on a nice Summer's day
And the songs of the birds always a joy to hear
Nature has her beauty at all times of year
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What's life about one has to ask since we are born to die
Immortality for the good souls post bodily death may be based on a lie
People for their gene survival help to create life in this overpopulated Human World of today
To compete for jobs and material success does life have to be this way?
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The wealthy and the famous of the World of today
To many their lives of great interest it seems to be this way
Stories of them in newspapers and magazines and they are often seen on t v
So many impressionable people in the Human World is how it seems to be
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The Australian little raven or the pale eyed crow
They are birds i see often though of their ways little know
When uttering their long drawn out caws their long throat feathers slighly stick out
That they are Nature's survi9vors there can be little doubt
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Cocky people as such i could never admire
And of being in their company i quickly does tire
So cocky and arrogant and self assured in their way
I would rather not meet them in truth i can say
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Old memories at times leaves Sadie feeling sad
Of the happy and tearful days in life she has had
In the twilight of her life her hair silver gray
Time on her existence keeps ticking away
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She is The Rose of Tyrendarra in her life's bloom and prime
Her sort always the subject of song, story and rhyme
Light brown hair to her shoulders and eyes blue as ripened sloes
A beautiful young woman and blooming like a rose
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Though for many their dreams never ever come true
We all have our dreams in life for to pursue
The one without a dream i have yet for to meet
And i have met many people on many a street
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