Francis Duggan Poems

Jo Mountwinter was a good friend of Nature and with Nature now she forever lay
With a strong sense of a fair go for the World's forgotten people we need more like her in the World of today
A fine artist to others a great role model one environmentally and socially aware
The World was better for her living in it and the Jo Mountwinter's sad to say too rare
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She talked about Chesterton of her's a favourite poet
In the literary World one can say one of note
And Susannah in her own right is quite a fine poetess
With her gift of words she is the giver of much happiness
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It matters none to me what others of me say
Since to karma for my sins I only pay
I cop it sweet if they speak the truth of me
Though if they lie I feel quite differently
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To any one Nation we do not belong
The Earth is one crust though most would say I'm wrong
The deepest of oceans to them have a floor
The Earth is connected on every shore.
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Some people call him lazy and others call him uncouth
And other names like daydreamer or aimless layabout
When the mood strikes him on his canvas folding chair which he uses for a seat
He sits and plays guitar and sings his songs at the corner of the street.
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What hair he has left is gray it once was dark brown
The one who feels a stranger in to him a strange town
The years catching up on him his better days are long gone
But the lust for the wander in him urges him to move on.
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Paul Keating the ex Prime Minister of Australia not a philanthropist or one not known for ruth
With his cutting remarks his foes he has mentally wounded sometimes there can be injury with the truth
His old political foes may not have good cause for to like him but that does not ever seem to bother Paul
One can imagine that they must feel quite angry when their shortcomings in public he recall
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There surely must be more to life than to live to work and die
And since the old horse in the paddock is no less a mortal than I
Success and failure all the same to all of us one day
Many will be cremated and many in the grave decay
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In the cool sun of mid Winter a gentle northern breeze
Is whispering in the parkland on the gum and wattle trees
The leaves are quietly stirring as the branches gently sway
And the sparrows are chirping on a pleasant Winter's day.
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She hails from the old Countryside where the Wannon waters flow
The brown one with the brown eyes and hair dark as the native crow
That can be heard cawing in the paddocks where the Wannon slowly crawl
To the concrete ramp where it then spills down the natural rock wall.
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