Francis Duggan Poems

In 100 years from now
There will be pig, goat and cow
And donkey, horse, sheep, rabbit and hare
Though many wild birds and animals may be rare.
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The cold north winds of January blew across the Countryside
And Clara wore his hat of snow on the day that old Jack died
Old Jack our brave brown cattle dog we never more would see
We buried him in the backyard by the sycamore tree
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We never are too old for to stop learning and from life we learn a lesson every day
And it does not mean that you have to stop learning even though you have grown old and tired and gray
And those who think they know it all know little they go through life as blinkered one might say
The more we know the less we know we do know that's life and life has always been this way,
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Their soft piping notes have a beautiful ring
And above the beach as they fly they do sing
With orange coloured bills and as dark as a crow
Their beauty goes with them to where-ever they go.
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Crows are not good at singing caw caw is their only song
But those who say quite ugly birds have surely got it wrong
Their feathers dark and glossy have got a lustrous sheen
And they are very pretty birds when in the sunlight seen,
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Those enamoured by death who of immortality dream
Suffer of delusion or so it does seem
For in the scale of time everything seems to fade
And the dead cannot witness their memorial parade.
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I laugh when i hear them say God's on our side
And on our great achievements we can take great pride
Another war victory we can celebrate
But then some of our egos not hard to inflate
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Perhaps i enjoyed my few seconds of fame
When the beautiful lady she called me by name
The warmth of her greeting with me it did stay
And she surely did help for to brighten my day
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Across the place of stones and thistles known as the hungry hill
The harsh call of the kookaburra echoes loud and shrill
And down in the wooded gully the calls of the weerloo
In this the home of wallaby and the wild grey kangaroo,
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The familiar sounds made by the male snipe above the bog at night
With wings and tail he makes a goat like noise whilst in his courtship flight
In Spring and early Summer him i often did hear
But that was many years ago and many miles from here.
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