Francis Duggan Poems

You've travelled the miles from your old home
You have been to London and Paris and Rome
You have been to South America Argentina and Brazil
Still you miss your friends in the Vale by the hill.
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I've never been short listed for a literary prize
Which after all is not any surprise
Since I cannot make a living from my pen
I'm one of the group of the would be literary men.
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I always have loved Mother Nature ever since I was a boy
And a thing of Natural beauty is always a thing of joy
And the mysteries of Nature is a mysterious thing
There is far more to any bird than the song it does sing
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The clock on our lives it keeps ticking away
And for many today it will be their last day
Time for anyone of us does not seem to wait
And on each one of us there is a use by date
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His old Shire from the City a three hours drive and nostalgia can be a strange thing
For he miss the wide brown paddocks where the brown singing bushlark sing
He is doing his best to settle in to life in the big Town
Where all day and night on the busy street traffic buzz up and down
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My friend and I did quarrel and a punch up did take place
And when I asked him for his forgiveness a smile lit up his face
We shook hands and we made up that's what friendship is about
Your friend he will forgive you though you punch him in the mouth.
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You cannot like everyone that you come to know
For every twenty friends you have perhaps you have one foe
Though you may be a good person honest and kind
An enemy or two on your life's journey you'll find
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There is a Village idiot in every little town
A poor not too with it fellow for others to put down
Some people find it enjoyable to others to be cruel
A fair go for all to all never applies in a town where bullies rule
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The long drought is over some weather experts believe
But weather patterns the experts have been known to deceive
In parts of the Country huge flooding the weather seems strange
But then we are in the age of climate change
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The beauty of Nature is all around me
The wattlebirds call on the blossoming tree
The kangaroos in the bright sunshine of day
Amongst the rank rushes are hidden away
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