Francis Duggan Poems

From listening to the voices of Nature some insights on weather we gain
The tiny frogs in the night singing are telling us that it will rain
They can detect the slightest air temperature changes Nature is an amazing thing
You do know that rain it is imminent when you hear the amphibians sing
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On saying i cannot like everybody is something you would have heard others say before
But i am not one for harboring grudges or planning to settle a score
I only want to treat others people as i would wish them to treat me
Those who spend their time hating others do nothing for World harmony
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From her first Hometown in Duhallow she is aging far away
The former Pride of Newmarket has known of a far better day
With light brown hair dye she does cover her gray
Pride comes before a fall as the wise one does say
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Like all other Olympics of the bygone years
In the Olympics in Rio the joy and the tears
For those who do not win Olympic medals the disappointment is great
And as always the winners are those who celebrate
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I have never been in an army and trained to use a gun
Though i am one who does like to lay in the sun
And expose my body to supposedly deadly violet ray
Few sun lovers live to die old as some are known to say
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Self love is a good thing in a moderate way
Of people with it the Human World is in need of more today
For their sort are known to be compassionate and kind
And to the helping of others are willingly inclined
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He remembers with much sadness of a love that used to be
All he has left are a few photos and the mental memory
Of a woman of great beauty who could not become his wife
The divorced grandfather in his eighties who knows of the good and bad of life
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In fancy i can hear a silver back crow
Cawing on a beech tree near where the Blackwater flow
In the afternoon sunshine of an August day
In green old Duhallow from here far away
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In his mind for sadness there is not any space
He always does have a big smile on his face
The lilt in his laughter makes for a happy sound
He carries joy with him and shares it around
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As a boobook owl calls in the calm of the night
The moon over Yangery a beautiful sight
And the birds who do sing on all Seasons of the year
The warbling of the magpies so pleasant to hear
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