Francis Duggan Poems

You may think you know me for we chat when we meet
Some days in the park and some days on the street
But to me it is obvious and you too must feel aware
That few things in common we do have to share
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The weather temperature high over thirty degrees
With warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze
That rustle in the bushes and trees in the park by the bay
Even allowing for January in Summer it is quite a warm day
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Enough of Kevin Ruud, Julia Gillard, Tony Abbott and Penny Wong
We are here for the beer the laughter and sing song
And forget Bill Shorten, Tanya Plibersek, Julie Bishop and Malcolm Turnbull
Of talking of politicians we have had a gut-full
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Wherever i go to the past goes with me
At least anyhow this is how it seems to be
The birds are chirping and singing in Birdsland today
Though Birdsland from where i live in kilometers far away
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A tall and classy Gaelic footballer the midfielder complete
Aghinagh's Vincent Coakley played for Aghinagh and Cork and Millstreet
He and Kippagh's Con O Connor the best midfielders in Cork at their best
Were never found to be wanting when put to the test
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When people are intoxicated or drug induced their creativity is heightened
They seem to be what is known as more enlightened
At such a time their creative juices are flowing
The capability of the human brain is way beyond knowing
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Virginia Kruger gone north to the Town of Mackay
Queensland gain is Victoria's loss of her is true to say
One who likes the tropical climate of above average sunshine
The north Queensland weather it will suit her fine
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You may be the one the masses celebrate
But on you like all things there is a use by date
Since we came to life as mortals the facts do not lie
Like all other life forms we eventually must die
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From Claraghatlea i live far south thousands of miles of sky
This is as far in distance as most migratory birds do fly
I have not been there for many years not heard the robin sing
On a green leafy birch tree in the prime of the Spring
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Many of us enslaved in our phobias and fears
That does not seem to lessen in the advancement of years
But in death from our cares for us all a release
Which accounts for the saying may he or she rest in peace
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