Francis Duggan Poems

I have never been to Canada but Billy has been there
A Land he says he will re-visit when Spring is in the northern air
Down at the pub his Worldwide travels he is happy to recall
But the Homeland of the maple is his favourite Land of all
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Though some ask me through email their verses to criticize
I am not a literary expert that they ought to realize
I have never been to Uni don't have literary degrees
Though I suffer of a penning addiction an incurable disease.
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To me they've become strangers dear friends I used to know
From them I do live distant and apart we seemed to grow
In the school-yard in the lunch hour I joined them playing football
How come the happiest memories are the saddest to recall?
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You will find rednecks like me everywhere amongst every race and creed
We are not on the endangered list as we are not a rare breed
I too have done what rednecks do with chainsaws I have cut trees down
And made homeless animals and birds my claim to ill renown
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Like Billions of amateur writers I pen more stuff every day
And of life as well as Nature always something for to say
The book of life the book of knowledge is surely not a lie
And we never do stop learning until the day we die
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The man next door is one I do often see
He has a dark haired wife and a dark haired daughter of three
As neighbours we do live in harmony
Though they speak in a different tongue to me
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The hardhead or white eyed duck of humankind shy
At any sign of danger they take to the sky
And few species of wild duck as fast as they do can fly
To a safer place a lake or a river nearby
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The silage harvesters working in meadows far away
Cutting silage by the Town of Millstreet today
Fodder for the farmers livestock for Winter months ahead
When the cattle are confined to their wintering shed
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When you hurt others feelings you seem satisfied
But you do mentally wound one quite deeply when you wound their pride
Ordinary people like you are live on every street
The arrogant and self opinionated are never discreet
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There is this old fellow I meet every day
As wise as they come though with few words to say
A widower Grand-dad in his mid seventies his hair silver gray
Quite a charming fellow in his own quiet way
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