Francis Duggan Poems

I have loved Mother Nature since i was a boy
And learning of her ways i still do enjoy
Yet so little about her i know i do know
And my wonder of her only does seem to grow
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Since any mercy to frail new born lambs they never do show
No friend to the farmer the silver back crow
By plucking out their eyes young lambs they do kill
To predate on the weak is part of their survival skill
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Although we all do share some things in common you will not find two on all things who do agree
The people that with i share most things in common in many ways think differently to me
Suppose we are born to think as individuals since each his or her has a mind of their own
I do recall the friends i grew up with apart from them in my ways i have grown
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Elation in victory and sadness in defeat
Where the best in the World for glory compete
At the Olympic Games where legends are made
True greatness from memory never seems to fade
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Life is a competition that's how it seems to be
Young people compete for a uni degree
Competition in sport to be the best athlete
Even for a job start people have to compete
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Though eventually we all become victims of time
Till the end of life's journey the rhymer writes rhyme
For others to enjoy and read and recite
'Tis for love of rhyming the rhymer does write
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A walk every day and a few pats and a feed
For his or her undying devotion to you is all your dog does need
But your spouse is much harder for to satisfy
When compared to us dogs are so faithful one must wonder why?
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The past is a memory that in reality has gone
But for as long as i can live i want to live on
In the sunlit parkland the birds chirp and sing
The great gift of life is a marvelous thing
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You never hear her say that life is unfair
Kate the octogenarian with the silver hair
Though the son and daughter she gave birth to in a motorcar accident died
And her mentally ill husband committed suicide
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A sight of great natural beauty to behold
The wattles cloaked in their flowers of yellow to gold
And though the sun it is hidden behind clouds of gray
The calendar Spring only four weeks away
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