Francis Duggan Poems

Rooks are a gregarious species of crow
Of their ways a little i did know
As a younger man before time became my foe
When i lived in Ireland many years ago
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Wherever i go to my past follows me
And till i draw my last breath in life this is how it will be
The times i love to remember and the times i wish to forget
Memories of people i miss and of those i wish i had never met
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Just for the sake of it some do complain
They would find reason to grumble if the World was their gain
They may be quite well off financially well to do
But they seem to have big worries and more than one or two
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He gave to the World Sam McGee and Dan McGrew
Robert Service the poet his equals are few
He did tell some wonderful stories in rhyme
And his legend lives on through the decades of time
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She has inspired writers to poetry and story and song and rhyme
The one very old in the dinosaur time
Our Earth Mother the one who does feed us all
For her there will never be a final Fall
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I hate the word loser when it is used in a derogatory way
One of the worst verbal put down words In the World of today
Used by people who find pleasure on putting others verbally down
Such people are not an asset to any village, city or town
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Nature never ceases to surprise us and so little about her i can claim to know
And from her it seems we never stop learning and my wonder of her only seems to grow
The damp evening air is full of birds voices the loud karrawang calls of the currawong
The dark birds of the higher wooded country it is said that they have rain in their song
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I will always be a fellow from Duhallow and will be so until my dying day
Though i have lived for years in this far southern Country the accent i was born into with me stay
It is true you can take the man from the Country but you cannot take the Country from the man
Claraghatlea in Millstreet in Duhallow was where the life's journey for me began
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The old bloke in his early eighties gray haired Johnny he hails from where the Tarwin waters flow
Through that old flat countryside of South Gippsland the home of gray roo and the pale eyed crow
He never had a wife but he had a long term partner and she passed on a couple of years ago
On Saturday night he has a few beers at the local content in himself at least he seems so
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Whoever would believe that Winter is near
On this beautiful day for the time of year
The sun shining bright few gray clouds in the blue sky
And birds chirp and sing in the woodland nearby
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