Francis Duggan Poems

Unlike most other species of tit family
She does not nest in hole of log or tree
Her nesting habits akin to finch and thrush
And she builds her nest on fork of tree or bush.
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She got it from a Native American who to the spirits talk
The symbol that he chose for her the northern goshawk
The raptor of the valleys who wander wild and free
She does not feel restricted by thoughts of boundary.
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The sister of Jude and Gippsland artist Mark, Kate Ewenson has passed on at the young age of thirty four
Last saw her ten months back i now remember and did not realize then that i'd not see her never more
She wilted like the rose that bloomed in Summer she did not live on for to grow old and gray
But i cannot believe that she is gone forever i would rather believe that she went away
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Through fertile fields old Allow meanders down
Through groves and by hedgerows and on through Kanturk Town
Through old Duhallow every night and day
It's waters journey on their sea going way.
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He seemed such a gentle person i could never understand
Why he ever died in battle took a rifle in his hand
By his splendid verse he's still remembered and memories of him still remain
But he might have lived to be an old man and enjoyed a greater fame.
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The cattle egrets known to travel far
And you always see them near where livestock are
Insects, beetles, toadlets and such they eat
That fly or hop clear of big trampling feet.
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Through darkened sky the b 52 pass
And the pilot whoops tonight 'we will kick ass'
He release his bombs a loud bang in the dark
The sky light up the bombs have hit their mark.
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Why do we have to live our lives in fear
And sense danger to us is ever near
And stay indoors after the sun go down
And feel too scared to walk the streets of town? .
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I saw a willy wagtail yesterday
His tail was switching every different way
He darted from the fence line after flies
And he had evil intent in his eyes.
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She cannot play the violin any more
'One of my fingers doesn't function she say'
And a music future now seems out for me
With one finger weak the violin i can't play.
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