Francis Duggan Poems

As a young man as a writer of success I did daydream
And I sang of the white breasted dipper who used to sing in the stream
That by the grove near my old home to the river did flow
When youth and time was on my side some three decades ago.
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For many so many life is Earthly hell
But everyone does have a story to tell
Of their life journeys and of their dreams of fame
And any two stories not exactly the same
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Their voices remain with me from places far away
And in my flights of fancy I hear them sing today
The blackbird and the robin the throstle and the wren
The one with a loud song for a tiny bird sang in the furzy glen
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The white backed magpie singing in the stillness of the night
In the park his flute is echoing in the October moonlight
A marvellous feathered songster his notes melodious and clear
He always sings his finest in the Springtime of the year
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He was a master wordsmith the poet Walter De La Mare
One of the finest of his time few with him to compare
His poems are quite distinctive and always worth a read
His writings have outlived him a rare achievement indeed
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His own perceived successes he only celebrate
And to others he just cannot seem to relate
And his three favourite words are I, myself and me
The one who was born without empathy
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Of my old Hometown I am living far south
And my worth as a rhymer I have cause to doubt
But poetasters as we know have never been rare
And plenty like me in the big World out there
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Here only the air that you breathe it is free
All else you pay for in the Town by the sea
The sea air is cleaner you do hear some say
Yet few happy faces for to brighten one's day.
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'Tis human to have faults and not even a saint
Is not even one completely free of taint
It is as easy to condemn as it is to condone
And if there's one without sin that one should point the bone,
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November the twenty fourth is Australia's Election day the campaign for power begin
The winners govern for three years the prize is great to win
They have in them the lust for power they campaign for their own sake
The winners set to govern big egos are at stake.
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