Francis Duggan Poems

For her actions Mother Nature is above any blame
Since she always treats life and death as the same
The dead of the World in her bosom lay
And she goes on living and night follows day.
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Far north even as the crow fly from this southern shore
The swallows fly above old green Claramore
And the rill from the high ground along by the hedgerow
On down to the river babbles as it does flow.
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In the nearby paddock the combined bleatings of sheep
Keep preventing me of nodding off to sleep
And all through the dark night i lay on my bed
With their constant noising echoing in my head.
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He daydreams of adventure and wealth and renown
The ordinary man in an ordinary Town
But from his own street he never ventures far
And his favourite drinking place is his local bar.
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There was a time down at the pub he read his poems with passion
But in his seventies he does not recite since rhyme is out of fashion
They talk of football and of their lives and of how their club is faring
The only culture they speak of in between bouts of swearing.
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And why should one worry or bother to care
Of what's happening today in the big World out there
When to us without power 'tis beyond our control
That too many are living detached from their soul
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The river bank high roars on it's way down
Under the bridge on the high road near the old country town
And the tall trees are soughing in the wind and the rain
The things i once knew i re-visit again,
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What in the heck are we arguing about
You don't like it when your opinions i doubt
You have convinced yourself of a life after death
That life does not end when you draw your last breath.
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In her front garden on a sunny day her i often do see
Tending her flower beds or trimming her hedge or pruning her rose tree
Rosie in her late seventies to those who pass the way
She always greet them with a smile and wish them a good day.
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It has rained all through the night and for most of the day
And the farmers for more rain they do even pray
For lots of more rain as they look to the sky
For the Summer and Autumn were warm and dry.
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