Francis Duggan

Francis Duggan Poems

8381. A Rat's Lament 2/24/2008
8382. A Rare Breed 1/5/2009
8383. A Rare Beauty 1/10/2009
8384. A Rainy Morning In May 1/27/2008
8385. A Rainy Evening In March 3/11/2009
8386. A Rainy Day In Late Fall 6/27/2008
8387. A Rainy Day In Early June 6/4/2009
8388. A Rainy Day In Claramore 8/27/2009
8389. A Quietly Spoken Person 5/29/2008
8390. A Quiet Place 3/26/2008
8391. A Promiscuous Man 1/17/2009
8392. A Product Of The Society We Live In 1/2/2008
8393. A Pretty Face But A Wrong Attitude 4/8/2008
8394. A Possessive Man 2/11/2008
8395. A Poet Of Our Time 11/6/2008
8396. A Poet Of Our 11/6/2008
8397. A Poet In The Style Of Kipling 5/14/2008
8398. A Poet I Am Not 3/7/2010
8399. A Pleasure To Know 11/6/2008
8400. A Pleasant Morning 7/23/2008


Rocky peaks of Makarora in the summer wear their snow
And down the lush green grassy valley the clear mountain river flow
Songbirds piping in the beechwoods songthrush, bellbird and
This a place of peace and beauty Makarora has a soul.

These great mountains look no different than to when the first man came
They have a wild rugged beauty for want of a better name
To the coming generations these high peaks will look the same

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