Francis Duggan Poems

In the garden the capeweed are blooming amidst the lush green
And roses and flowers in abundance are seen
And cock and hen sparrow to the house eaves nearby
With strands of dried grass to build their straggly nest
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Above the bogland at the twilight of day
The curlew is piping his song of the May
His Beautiful music melodious and clear
Despite time and distance i fancy i hear.
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The week old nesting blackbirds in their nest have died
'Twas the will of Nature their fate to decide
They died of thirst since the food their parents brought them was too dry
Whilst the warm lamp of Nature glowed brightly in the sky.
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Since he cannot forget or he cannot forgive
He will carry his grudges for as long as he live
He has had a bad childhood by some it is said
Whilst others say he is not right in the head.
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Getting on in years and decades past my prime
And i only live now for to pen one more rhyme
An addictive rhymer i pen every day
Tis just a bad habit i cannot give away
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It has been awhile now and many a Spring
Since i heard the dark brown white breasted dipper sing
On a rock around where the stream rapids did flow
That is going back two decades and that seems long ago.
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Millions will go to bed hungry tonight that does seem sad to say
And many of them will not wake again for to see another day
The sad fact that many die of malnutrition is sad cause for lament
Whilst billions in war by Governments are spent
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The years have left me older and balder and more gray
And perhaps I'd be a stranger in Millstreet today
A stranger in Millstreet from here far away
Who is he the old stranger young locals would say?
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The lilt of her accent i did recognize
And when she told me where she came from me it did not surprise
From a Town in Duhallow known as Boherbue
A place that was once quite familiar to me.
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He was the creator of beautiful rhyme
The poet who was cut off in his writing prime
A long way from Meath and his old home in Slane
His poems are the memories of him that remain.
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