Francis Duggan Poems

In my wild flights of fancy i return to the hill
And i hear the distinctive babble of the clear flowing mountain rill
That to the bigger river in a great hurry flow
By the old wood down the high fields and by many a hedgerow
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So few of us of sin are unpolluted
And so few of us 'twould seem are free of taint
You will not travel far to find a sinner
But in your travels you won't meet a saint.
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Some of them now lay in the Town cemetery
Whilst some others with their wives grow old gracefully
Though the passing of time have left them feeble and gray
Time never waits for anyone it does seem that way.
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I visualize them as they were some twenty years ago
But were i to meet them today perhaps them I'd not know
And me they may not recognize if by chance we did meet
We may pass each other by as strangers do when walking down the street.
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The news became big news and travelled far and wide
That the great sporting hero had suddenly died
He was buried with honours and at his graveside
The club President spoke of one who brought honour and pride
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I do not need to know of how marvellous you are
Or of the price that you paid for your new mercedes car
You are materially successful for to give you your due
But to your own higher self are you one who is true?
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For every man a woman some have been known to say
But in some places of one sex there's a shortage or so 'twould seem that way
And in some Towns some men don't have a woman and in some Towns some women don't have a man
And some without a partner have to live out their time span.
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They planted trees on the old stony mountain
That is going back some twenty years ago
But twenty years on the hill is as bare as ever
Amongst the stones the trees refused to grow.
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Compared to some my worries are not heavy
Though my best clothing only op shop clothes
My only problem is a lack of money
And on trees and bushes money never grows.
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So much to write about of Mother Nature
Her beauty all around us night and day
One could talk about her till the call of the reaper
So much of her to write of and to say.
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