Francis Duggan Poems

At least two hours of travel by train in that i am not wrong
Between the coastal Cities of Warrnambool and Geelong
By paddocks in Autumn quite brown that in Spring are lush and green
Miles of fenced countryside for to be seen
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From the fields of Claraghatlea i live far away
And perhaps far from there my last remains will lay
Where i grew to love Nature when i was a boy
And learning of her ways is a source of joy
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Life is what you make of it as some like to say
And so many so called losers for every so called winner in the Human World of today
But at the end of life's journey it will not matter anyway
The pauper and the billionaire in the same earth must lay
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It is a nice enough day for mid Autumn with sunshine on the bushes and the trees
And pied currawong the dark crow sized birds are calling their voices carrying in the southerly breeze
That blow uphill across the wooded hillside for April it is such a pleasant day
Quite soon the welcome swallows will be flying north to Winter in the tropics from here far away
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The ticking songs of the yellow breasted robins can be heard in all Seasons of the year
It is a song that is quite unmistakable and always very pleasant for to hear
Though not shy birds i do not see them often except when i go to the wood and that is not every day
They seem to feel little fear of a human standing nearby and they do not fly far when from you they fly away
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Rooks are a gregarious species of crow
Of their ways a little i did know
As a younger man before time became my foe
When i lived in Ireland many years ago
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Wherever i go to my past follows me
And till i draw my last breath in life this is how it will be
The times i love to remember and the times i wish to forget
Memories of people i miss and of those i wish i had never met
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Just for the sake of it some do complain
They would find reason to grumble if the World was their gain
They may be quite well off financially well to do
But they seem to have big worries and more than one or two
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He gave to the World Sam McGee and Dan McGrew
Robert Service the poet his equals are few
He did tell some wonderful stories in rhyme
And his legend lives on through the decades of time
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She has inspired writers to poetry and story and song and rhyme
The one very old in the dinosaur time
Our Earth Mother the one who does feed us all
For her there will never be a final Fall
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