Francis Duggan Poems

Of your sensitive feelings they are not aware
Since they are not the type about others who care
From being unkind in their words to others pleasure they derive
Out of knowing their cruel words are painful they mentally thrive
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Far south of the fields where the waterways meet
In the green countryside near the Town of Millstreet
In the coastal freshening breeze white butterflies play
And the magpies are singing in Illowa today
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Everyone has a lfe story for to tell
Though few biographies published in book form for to sell
To the reading public interested only in the life stories of people of wealth and fame
Publishers only publish books on one with a famous name
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If you visit Tower Hill in Spring you may see
Father emu and his young family
By his side slowly walking along
In the emu family love's bond it is strong
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I am quite lucky in many a way
In the beautiful things i do see every day
The beauty of Nature everywhere around me
It is true that the best things in life they are free
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This Summer i will not be climbing Clara on an evening in July
When the brown skylarks are singing in the blue and sunny sky
Overlooking Duhallow and Sliabh Luachra and the countryside for kilometers around
There is so much natural beauty when viewed from the higher ground
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As forecasters of rain and storm they do never get it wrong
The dark birds of the wooded high country known as the pied currawong
When the currawongs are singing you can bet that rain is near
Their distinctive currawonging is quite pleasant for to hear
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You may be a big company director in your chauffeur driven car
But to life's reaper it does not matter of how wealthy you are
For you billionaire there is no hiding from the one who wields the scythe of death
The one who is the great equalizer eventually cuts from all the living breath
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How pleasant for to hear the male curlew sing
Above the moorland in the prime of the Spring
The male sings his beautiful flute like territorial and courtship song
Such beauty that to Nature does only belong
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Long before time it did become my foe
In Ireland where i lived a long time ago
Of some of their habits i did get to know
Jackdaws a small breed of Eurasian crow
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