Francis Duggan Poems

Between Warrnambool City and Koroit's rural Town
Old Yangery today is looking dry and brown
Named after it's first people of the long ago
Going back the decades two centuries or so
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In the brown countryside far south of Millstreet Town
To be in the World of the living my one claim to renown
In the sunny mostly blue sky just a few clouds of gray
In Illowa Victoria it is a beautiful day
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Many indigenous Australians say the government should change the date
So that all Australians united can celebrate
As a proud and unified people on Australia Day
That change can be for the better does seem true to say
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From the ocean walkway the surf waves one does hear
Crashing on the beach that in distance is near
To the shady walkway flanked by coastal trees
On a pleasant enough January evening over twenty degrees
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How sad indeed life can be for some like the old fellow John
Up to ten years ago bright and lucid all memories from him have gone
He does not even recognize his carer Kate his devoted wife
The mother of his children and his soulmate for life
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The afternoon warm close to thirty degrees
And little relief from the heat in the timid breeze
In Victoria Park in Koroit Town today
Where all sizes and all sorts of trucks are on display
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For me to say any differently would be to tell a lie
Since i hope to be rhyming until the day i do die
As a younger man i hoped i might become a poet
But now i realize that i will never become one of literary note
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In Duhallow and Muskerry sport as usual is such a big thing
Of sporting greats stories are told and songs they do sing
Of gaelic footballers and hurlers and great road bowling women and men
As is said of the now it was often said of the then
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Of the garden birds of south eastern Australia among the better known
The new holland honeyeaters have ways of their own
With their long thin bills they live mostly on nectar they collect from the flowers on bushes and trees
In this way they are Nature's pollinators much like honey bees
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In the Moyne Shire on the warmest day of the year
The warbling of a magpie so pleasant to hear
A weather temperature high for the day of forty degrees
And warmth in the sunshine and warmth in the breeze
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