Francis Duggan Poems

One of Australia's all time great poems she did write
A poem many Aussies feel proud to recite
A poem that has moved migrant Aussies to tears
My Country will live on for centuries of years.
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Though the pauper and billionaire breathe the same air
You don't have to tell me life's not always fair
And though here's to those who promote equality
What they hope for they may never live to see
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In old Claraghatlea when I was a young boy
Walks in the old fields I used to enjoy
And Summer evenings out hunting in Pomeroy's bog
With Pudsy our dark brown hairy cattle dog
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The mother of Marie, Catherine and James she lived in Claraghatlea most of her life
A good mother to her children and to the late Matt a good wife
Kind hearted Hanna Sullivan from life may well be gone
But she left us with good memories of her and her spirit will live on.
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They are Nature's natural survivors though they seem so dainty and small
And they bloom in all Seasons and weather In Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
With yellow hearts and snow white petals the wildflowers everybody does know
Even on the coldest days of Winter they bloom in the shade by hedgerow
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On so called under-achievers she does not waste much talk
The one who goes by the nickname of 'Proud Walk'
Slender and tall with long blond hair she has turned twenty three
And few are as lovely to look at as she
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We live in the same World and breathe the same air
And whether our skin pigment is dark or is fair
Red is the colour of the blood we bleed
We are homo sapiens and of the one breed
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Your great dreams in life by all means you pursue
But to your higher self you should always be true
In your quest for glory never put others down
By fair means only you should seek your renown
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Since the last time I see old Wonthaggi many weeks and months have gone by
Above the scrub by Powlett River the lark sang in the sunny sky
The country side by the old coal Town I do see when I visualize
And on the bracken clad hill of Baxter's land I see the roos box at sunrise
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For his age he is full of elan
He is such a lively old man
He laugh and he dance and he sing
To him life is a wonderful thing
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