Francis Duggan Poems

Maisie only has memories of for her what used to be
Of old friends of the past she will never more see
In Birmingham in England where she lived near six decades ago
Long before time it did become her foe
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For the air we do breathe money we do not have to pay
But from smoky industrial estates the wealthy live further away
And in a far less polluted environment that poor people do
But perhaps this is not anything like news to you
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When people ask me where i come from i tell them from Millstreet
From the fields by the Town where the rivers do meet
Claraghatlea in view of Clara above Claramore
Far north as the migratory bird fly of this southern shore
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For to swim in such deep and dangerous waters one would have to be brave
The wild white waves of Thunder Point for some a watery grave
They crash against the sandstone cliffs even on the calmest day
To describe such amazing ocean views i do not have the words to say
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It does not matter if you are an atheist, agnostic or of the religious kind
Every good person has his or her own god of the mind
The praises of their god all religious people sing
But the god of the sky is a human created thing
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The place i once called home is no longer home to me
I only have memories of the what used to be
Like a robin in May singing on a leafy birch tree
Such beauty in time a fading memory
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Though losing is a thing anyone does not choose
For one for to win someone else has to lose
In all facets of life this does apply
That for winners there has to be losers one cannot deny
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When the praises of all time great hurlers you do sing
Amongst them you never mention the name of Christy Ring
A name well worthy of recall
As one of Ireland's greatest hurlers of them all
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In Illowa the wild winds of July blow
And in the land drains brown rain water flow
This morning there were heavy showers of rain
But of this you will not hear the farmer once complain
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Though known to millions of people in the big World out there
The wealthy and famous person is local to somewhere
From someplace, village, city or town where he or she grew into a young woman or man
Though in their minds they may have outgrown where their life life's journey began
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