Francis Duggan Poems

The women of the World as people they are great
They give birth to the children and in so doing life create
In every woman ever born a nurturing soul you'll find
The mothers and the aunties a credit to Humankind.
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For as long as you never harm anybody and try to help others on your life's way
And never make an enemy on purpose and respect to the rights of others pay
And never lie about the character of others one's character
should be a sacred thing
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Where ever we go to our past seems to follow
Our past follows us to where ever we go
In my flights of fancy the Finnow is babbling
As through the old fields of Millstreet it does flow.
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Down at his local Raymond makes a whole lot of noise
His loud voice heard above the din 'boys always will be boys'
He and his mates meet every evening for an hour's drinking or two
And their subjects seldom vary as pub talk seldom do.
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It's the home of 'Puffing Billy' it's one just claim to renown
And the Premier Town of Sherbrooke that is little Belgrave Town
Forty k's south east of Melbourne where the mountain grays stand tall
And where when darkness cloaks the forest one can hear the boobook call.
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As the train approach the station it slow down
And the conductor shouts the next stop Violet Town
At the station platform it grinds to stand still
And the Melbourne V line whistles loud and shrill.
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I've always thought that the word holy involved prayer
But the Muslims of Ambon in Indonesia say they ought declare
A holy war on all Christians living there
And religious tolerance seems strained beyond repair.
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I've seen them out by Woori Yallock way
On insects, grubs and grasshoppers they prey
In mid November latter days of spring
A time of year when young birds take to wing.
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I thought it was love but it wasn't And when she dumped me love's ache I did know
But from my sense of loss I recovered though my ego had received a blow,
Her parents did not think much of me my station in life seemed too low
Perhaps it was all for the better and that was a long time ago.
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I over heard two fellows arguing about poverty
Whilst I sat in the cafe drinking coffee
And in truth I could not help but overhear them
As they sat at the next table to me.
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