Francis Duggan Poems

Joyce Kilmer was a poet and a soldier and he died in battle in nineteen eighteen
And his famous poem 'Trees' a thing of beauty and it helps for to keep memories of him evergreen
He passed from life in his very early thirties when perhaps his best songs had not yet been sung
And perhaps there might be some truth in the saying that only the very best are taken young.
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He is quite a good bloke Timmy and for others he does care
And he would give you his last dollar his type of person rare
And though his generosity has been abused he has been known to say
What goes around always comes around life's always been this way.
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He left his home near Kelso in Scotland in his twentieth year
And he travelled by ship to Australia in the Southern Hemisphere
And back in the eighteen eighties when he was in his prime
He became known throughout Australia as a gifted man of rhyme.
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He left her at Aubane cross on a sunny morn in May
He kissed the tearful maid goodbye and then the motor car sped away
His driver drove towards Shannon for Australia he was bound
He had left Aubane and Millstreet and was leaving Irish ground.
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It may effect your sense of self worth in some way
The negative things about you others say
It bothers you they have you in their 'gun'
Because you've never harmed anyone.
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Ricardo is a poet from Argentina
And at South American dancing few with him compare
And he has become known around South Gippsland
And sad to say men like him now are rare.
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The great poet from Gloucester Ivor Gurney he did not live for to be old and gray
He died aged forty seven in a Dartford mental hospital his memory prematurely in decay
He had fought in war knew a brief spell of glory but the literary biographers recall
That he was one who suffered for his genius and his life was sad and tragic overall.
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I had not seen John and Eileen for years
And saying goodbye brought me that close to tears
For those last goodbyes are always hard to say
And this time next week they will be far away
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From lamp of sun he hide himself away
And in timbered country rest during the day
And his camouflage so good 'twould seem that he
Is decaying wood that fork from branch of tree.
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His ancestors were the first Australians and they came here sixty thousand years ago
But Denis doesn't seek advantage of his heritage a more honourable person I have yet to know
No he is one who never seek advantage he is a moral man in every way
And if everybody were like Denis Kadman the World to live in would be quite okay.
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