Francis Duggan Poems

I heard a goldfinch singing at the twilight of the day
And it took me to another Land far north and far away
To the leafy grove by the river when the dawn was breaking gray
And the meadows scenting sweetly of the fragrant blooms of May.
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She said in my art and paintings I've said all I have to say
And of creating pottery bowls and vases I too might give that away
Each time you sell your work of art you sell some of your soul
And the years on my creativity I feel are taking toll.
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He must know the true feeling of despair
For each day he must sit in his wheelchair
He cannot walk although he oft did try
In the wheelchair he must sit until he die.
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The red wattlebirds call on the banksia tree
Their hoarse like cackles familiar to me
They get their nectar from blossoms and flowers
They find on garden trees in daylight hours.
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The sky is dark the countryside is quiet
But the spur winged plovers cry out in the night
Above their territory they call and fly
Perhaps the hunting fox is prowling by.
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For freedom from persecution he came to this country a human
soul and his heart is not of stone
But the Government has not made him feel welcome and he feels isolated and alone
For entering this Land without a passport he's in a jail whilst his case is for review
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On eucalyptus branch by waterfall
Old kookaburra utter his laugh like call
And happy magpie warbling merrily
His beautiful and distinct melody.
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Somewhere down along life's line
For each human the sun will shine
Your life won't always remain drear
Someday the gloom will disappear.
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The spinster she was worried
Her cat had gone astray
As through the fields she hurried
In the pleasant month of May.
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I know this fellow David Smith and for causes he's a fighter
But there is more to him than that he is such a fine writer
He writes short stories, verse and plays and fame for him is waiting
And his name in some future day we will be celebrating.
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