Francis Duggan Poems

The wanderlust was in him for places far away
And he left Millstreet Town as a young man for to live in the U S of A
The likeable Dermy Leary in life he made many a friend
Far from his beloved Hometown and Millstreet's old West End.
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Speak as loudly as you wish since you she will not hear
Even though to her you are standing near
What you say of her will not bother Joan
For she cannot lip read and she is as deaf as a stone.
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With hair to her shoulders a wavy dark brown
When she walks the streets of old Hamilton Town
The young men at her can only stand and stare
As beauty goes her type are even quite rare.
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From the look out point on Mt Eccles you look down upon Lake Surprise
A green lake in a volcanic valley above it on either side volcanic cliffs rise
In one of the volcanic parts of the Southern Grampians volcanoes that were active many centuries ago
On the stony face of Mt Eccles trees to a great height never grow,
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She has inspired artists to sketch her and poets about her to rhyme
Mother Nature lives on undiminished by time
Her rills and streams flow to the river that to the great ocean flow
And her Seasons they come and her Seasons they go,
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I would rather live to be old and die as one of the unsung
Than be remembered forever as one of the young
Who was not allowed for to grow old and gray
When he died under gunfire from home far away
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She has lived in Ferntree Gully a suburb of Melbourne for fifteen years or so
The one from the fields where the Blackwater flow
On it's journey through North Cork to the Atlantic sea
The big floods of Winter she often did see.
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She is in her thirties ten years past her physical prime
This talented poetess addicted to rhyme
Though she does not write for money or love of renown
There is no finer poet than her in the Town.
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I am not without sin so I won't cast the stone
And though certain behaviour in others we cannot condone
For the mistakes we make there is some price to pay
What goes around comes around as some do say.
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Most great cities are built on the Lands of the Indigenous the sinned against and the oppressed
And the truth to us though it may seem bitter is that we live on the Lands of the dispossessed
And the same has happened all around the World in human history dispossession is rife
By so called great warriors many great races have been rendered extinct aggression is part of human life.
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