Francis Duggan Poems

I come from the place of the great grey backed crow
Far north of this Land where Finnow waters flow
Under the bridge by Millstreet Town on the road to Rathmore
On to the Blackwater to the Atlantic shore
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A bloke driving a truck at the tip backed into my car today
But lady luck she must have been looking my way
For though he damaged my car I escaped without injury
Thank you lady luck for being so nice to me
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Through paddocks and by hedgerows near Warrnambool Town
The Merri's dark waters slowly wind down
To the Pacific ocean that rumble and roar
And splashes on rocks on the Warrnambool foreshore
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We never will see the old fellow again
But fond memories of him with us will remain
He was one who could tell or laugh at a joke
And fair dues to him he was a grand old bloke.
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Sweet Rose has returned to her home by the sea
She is back now where she wishes to be
In the coastal tropics where it seldom does rain
She feels happy for to be back home again
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No doubt you have your worries and times on you are tough
But you have a home to live in and you are not sleeping rough
Compared to many you are well off thousands die of hunger every day
And things for you could be far worse though you don't see it that way
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Us human beings are not unlike her Seasons
In that we are born to life and from life go
But Mother Nature she lives on forever
And little about her we do seem to know.
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There is some water in Lake Linlithgow after recent heavy rain
But a Linlithgow full of water never to be seen again
The black swans have returned to Linlithgow in the shallow pools they feed
But to be restored to it's former glory months and months of rain 'twould need
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I've seen many a sunset and many a moonrise
Yet with six decades of living I still am not wise
For wisdom belongs to the privileged few
And in saying that I am not saying anything new.
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Time it is catching up on him his best days in the distant past
Once he could dance without tiring once he could run very fast
A shadow of the man he once was his life is in it's late Fall
The clock on our lives always ticking old age it comes to us all
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