Francis Duggan Poems

The famous poet John Betjeman his bones are at rest forever more
Far from the coastal lands he glorified of the wind swept Cornish shore
On windy and sunny days he sat on the cliffs and watched the wild waves dance
All of the way from Cornwall to the Islands close to France.
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If I should go tomorrow into the great unknown
Do not mark the spot where I might lie with a memorial stone
For any sort of recognition will be worthless to me then
For the dead are just a memory even to their kith and kin.
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The injured animal or bird vulnerable to predators into a thick hedgerow for to hide will crawl
The instincts in them for survival is something that is in us all
'Tis the fear of death that makes us want to live on we feel the fear of the unknown
But do not expect any mercy from others if any mercy to others you've not shown.
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Although it is a time of bloom and blossom
When wild birds build their nests and breed and sing
It also is a time of heavy pollen
And not everybody looks forward to the Spring.
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In Northern streams and rivers in the Spring of the year
The song of the dipper rural people hear
Above the sound of the rapid waters babbling along
One cannot mistake his unmistakeable song.
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Some weather experts told us el nino is dead
That we would have his rainy sister la nina instead
Of him but now the word is more dry and warm weather ahead
The drought to continue despite what we've heard and read
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To sick children's lives joy and laughter he bring
The praises of Patch Adams i feel happy to sing
He makes sick children laugh and to their lives he brings joy
And laughter is the best medicine for an ill girl or boy,
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He was a major writer of his time
John Masefield he penned long stories in rhyme
It can be said of him he was a great
His legacy the genius he did create.
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The lives of people that she knew in verse she did recall
And what Ledwidge was to county Meath she was to Donegal
She wrote about the coastal lands and the Islands of the sea
And Elizabeth Shane still living in her beautiful poetry.
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His father a decorated soldier a noble hearted one
And he the ballad singer sings of battles fought and won
A true chip of the the old block when all is said and done
He has his father's D N A and he is his father's son.
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