Francis Duggan Poems

A bright full moon shines in the starlit sky
And the hunting fox on the high paddock does cry
And mopoke mopoke the voice of the boobook owl in the still air echoes clear
In mid August on late Winter near the Spring of the year
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The aging migrants think of their first home-place every day
Though from there in distance they live far away
Yet old memories bring to them moments of joy
Of their happy times as a girl or a boy
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If you perform good deeds good will be your due
For what goes around comes around happens for to be true
The criminal may profit from his or her crime
But if the law does not catch up with them Karma will in time
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That there are none of us perfect happens to be true
The imperfections in me i can see in you
To be flawed it is human does seem true to say
So few living saints in the Human World of today
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For it's scenic beauty it has won renown
The City of Warrnambool a big beautiful Town
For it's friendly people it is widely known
One can say of them in a class of their own
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The old person nowadays a young person not that long ago
Eventually time becomes everyone's foe
The paupers, the homeless and those of money and fame
By the Reaper of lives are treated as the same
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Going by people of science with scientific uni degrees
Monoculture is disastrous for honeybees
The growing of one form of flowering plant or of one form of flowering tree
Is not helpful to the survival of the nectar gathering bee
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It is hardly the sort of weather for making of hay
A cloudy high of nineteen degrees in Ireland today
The first of the calendar Autumn just eleven sleeps away
And that the best of the Summer has gone only true to say
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With blue eyes and shoulder length wavy hair of brown
The beautiful lady of old Koroit Town
Near the prime of her life single and carefree
On next April the fourth she will turn twenty three
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The scream of a barn owl echoes in the moonlight
And in a field by the road from Millstreet to Rathmore in the dead of the night
The barking of a hungry fox a familiar shrill cry
Out hunting for hare or rabbit under the night sky
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