Francis Duggan Poems

An email from the great Eugene Brosnan to me came as a huge surprise
I recall him when he was a youngster but back then did not realize
That he would become a renowned musician and singer songwriter and enjoy a Worldwide fame
Far from Millstreet and Murphy's Terrace his is now a very famed name.
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If you have money problems your problems are not small
And that money speaks all languages that goes for one and all
But that money cannot buy happiness that seems so very true
And to the battlers who keep keeping on great credit must be due,
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I hear the blackbird singing in the warm sun of the day
His voice to me familiar it takes me far away
To distant woods and hedgerows scenting of the blooms of May
The memories of what used to be with us our lifetime stay.
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Two weeks into September the leaves begin to brown
In the groves and in the Town Park of in and near Millstreet Town
And soon the redwing thrushes in the old fields will be seen
When the gray frost of the cold morning does temporarily cloak the green,
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These horrible people who play their power games
Who on those different to them put their own brand names
They are an insult to the word conservative the word they go by
For to improve themselves as people they do not even try.
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Adown the streets of the town the winds of Winter blow
And the weather it is chilly and cold enough to snow
And old Joan is out walking a black rain coat she wear
But she does not have a hat on the wind tosses her gray hair.
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He fell in a battle from here far away
But in his native earth his remains now lay
The war that he fought in by his side not won
And the aged mother she still grieves the loss of her son.
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The World she light up with her happy smile
And there's a cheerful warmth in her hello
She takes with her the gift of happiness
And spread it around everywhere she go.
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The night is calm and frosty I hear the lapwing cry
Above the darkened paddock beneath the starry sky
Just five sleeps till September and the calendar Spring
The time of year upon us when wild birds nest and sing.
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One hundred K's or maybe more to the next country town
But we will reach Gilgandra before the sun goes down
And we will book a room tonight in the Gilgandra hotel
'Twas tweny bucks six months ago my memory serves me well.
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