Francis Duggan Poems

The cold winds of November across the high fields do blow
And the slopes of Caherbarnagh are covered in snow
At a time of year when grass refuse to grow
The stream from the foothills through the bog bank high flow
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Your past lives as a memory of what has been and gone
But the now is all that does matter and time is ticking on
Our mistakes in life come to us at a cost
Though our lives darkest moments to memory not lost
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It is true what is said about money it can prove a huge test for friendship and love
Of all things in life seen as important it does seem it rises above
If you are one who is short of legal tender your friends in the World are few
When i say money is quite important i am not saying anything that is new
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Those who believe that all people are equal sadly to themselves only lie
When in the World every day many of malnutrition slowly die
If everybody were equal there would be none in poverty
And since this will never be the case there will never be equality
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Tomorrow for me will be another day
And i hope to wake from sleep in the dawning cool and gray
When the birds chirp and sing in the freshening breeze
Just before sunrise on the bushes and trees
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Her shoulder length hair it was wavy and brown
The sloe blue eyed beauty of old Millstreet Town
But the wanderlust in her in Duhallow she did not stay
And she left her first home for a Land far away
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From their mud nests in shed and barn rafters in the green countryside
Barn swallows do travel by sky to Countries far and wide
And above deserts and oceans return home to breed in Spring
Their long journeys to say the least quite an amazing thing
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They rhyme into old age long beyond their lives prime
The rhymers they never do run out of rhyme
Though their physical best years of life are long gone
The rhymers love rhyming and they do rhyme on
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For my years of life i have little in knowledge to show
And of the ways of Nature and people so little i can claim to know
And as we do live we do learn every day
In life we never stop learning as the wise one did say
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I am from Duhallow just west of the Town of Millstreet
Near the damp rushy fields where the rivers do meet
And in unison to Drishane to the Blackwater flow
In the home of the rook and the silver back crow
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