Francis Duggan Poems

With the sun on their dark wings in the blue Summer sky
In pursuit of flying insects the welcome swallows fly
Above the brown paddocks a familiar sight
Of the southern Land often in full flight
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Those who for attention to compete with others lack the desire
Are people i for one can only admire
You never hear them say of how great they are
Or of the size of their home or of the size of their car
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Many elite sports people in their physical prime
Who in their achievements inspired the writers of story and rhyme
Where the deceased are at rest their bones lay
And are only a memory of what was today
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A nice sunny January evening of over twenty degrees
The sweet scent of freshly mowed grass is blowing in the breeze
Above the brown paddocks from the Pacific shore
In the long range weather forecast of warm and dry many days more
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Perhaps i may never more see Millstreet Town
And on once familiar sidewalks walk up and down
And only the memories with me now remain
Of what used to be but will not be again
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There are rhymers in every village and city and town
But most of them strangers to literary renown
Literary critics describe them as scribblers who do not write well
And that their very best writing effort is mere doggerel
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In the warmth of the afternoon from the high trees
The cawing of the crows is carrying in the breeze
The weather is sunny and breezy and warm and dry
Without even one gray cloud in the blue sky
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The one who is hailed by the masses will never be a hero to you
Your hero is a quiet achiever to his dedications he's true
An honest and a hard working person and one of high integrity
You have placed him on a pedestal to you there's none greater than he.
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In this Town there is only one toilet and that is not open all of the time
And to find bowel comfort or urinating in public can be looked upon as a crime
And those caught in such acts by the police can be lumbered with a heavy fine
I know of one caught by the law urinating by a locked toilet his problem can one day be mine.
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Time brings about the changes and all things come to pass
Though times are getting harder for the hard working under class
They work hard for small wages and cannot feel financially secure
And the future is not looking rosy for the hard working poor.
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