Francis Duggan Green Poems

I've seen great sights of beauty in my travels
The gold and grey landscapes, the brown and green
But south Pacific Islands of New Zealand
Are beautiful as anywhere I've seen.
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In Millstreet in green old Duhallow where into manhood I did grow
Life surely goes on as usual and the Seasons to there come and go
And through lush fields and old rushy meadows and by many a leafy hedgerow
The old Finnow from the high country down to the great Blackwater flow.
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On the banks of Finnow golden buttercups in bloom
And the fields all around scent of Nature's perfume
And the thrushes and finches pipe all through the day
And the robins are singing in groves far away.
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Those green fields of Kilmeedy I do remember still
They meet the gorse and bracken at the foot of Clara hill
A place of peace and beauty with mountains all around
Scarce touched by man's pollution where Nature's joys abound.
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The Green Glens Entertainment Arena in Millstreet Town to Noel C Duggan and his family belong
It was named by Noel C years ago in honour of his favourite song
Known as The Green Glens Of Antrim that remains famous today
Old songs live on through decades of time though people grow old and gray
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Good memories live on in us and remain as a source of joy
I often think of happy Summer days in green old Lisnaboy
When i was a primary schoolgoing lad more than a decade from my physical prime
This now seems many years ago some six decades of time
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I am from the place where the green rushes grow
In the fields of the brown hare and silver back crow
And a little of Nature's ways i came to know
Of where Finnow to the Blackwater ever does flow
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I fear death since i am not a warrior to say different would be a lie
But i realize that we are of Nature's air breathing life forms and Nature's life forms are born for to die
As much as the insect or fish or animal as much as the wild bird of song
I am one of the family of Nature and to Nature i feel i belong
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In thousands of kilometers far north of this southern shore
In the countryside between Millstreet and Rathmore
The nesting songbirds of Nature are singing today
As the rain drizzles down from the low clouds of gray
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Since i was born and raised in Ireland from here in miles far away
Perhaps i should have a few green beers on this St Patrick's day
In memory of the long gone days of the what used to be
To say i am not Irish would fool no one but me
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She did look lovely in her dress of green
Picking bluebells from the ditch of the bohreen
With eyesblue as ripened sloes and shoulder length hair of chestnut brown
She was the fairest west of Millstreet Town
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The fields in their beautiful wildflowers of May
In green old Duhallow from here far away
And nesting birds sing in grove and on hedgerow
In Cullen where Araglen waters do flow
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Far north in the green fields of old Lisnaboy
Just learning of Nature I used to enjoy
The warm winds of Summer from the south did blow
And young birds chirped on bushes and trees and hedgerow
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The robin singing on leafy birch bough
By the Cails waters close to the Finnow
Green Spring is in the Northlands far away
And wildflowers bloom in the old fields today
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Through a green vale with hills on either side
The river near the sea flows deep and wide
Reminds me of a place I used to know
When I was younger many years ago.
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His wheezy sort of a song that one could never mistake
A slumbering memory in me does awake
The song of a green finch bring me back moments of joy
Of Spring in the leafy groves of Lisnaboy
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The nesting birds singing in Koroit's green gardens on this sunny and warm October Spring day
The sky is deep blue as blue as blue can be with only a few scattered clouds of light gray
The weather temperatures in the low twenties a forecast high for the day of twenty three degrees
On branches of the ash trees new leaves are budding with a pleasant coolness in the freshening breeze
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In fancy i see those old green hills that in Summer and Autumn look brown
That overlook old coastal South Gippsland by the highway to Wonthaggi Town
Long before it was called South Gippsland this was an old countryside
On the beaches the bones of Australia's first people covered by the sands washed in by the tide
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The Ireland I grew up in is a different Land today
And change is for the better there or so 'twould seem that way
Back then many young Irish people left Ireland now to Ireland many do migrate
And Ireland's new found prosperity is something to celebrate
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On the grassy bank of the old stream buttercups are blooming
bright
And on the ditch by the Bohreen snowdrops in their petals of white
And primroses in their light yellows and bluebells so lovely and blue
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In green old Ballydaly between Millstreet and Rathmore
Thousands of miles north of here far inland from the ocean shore
Above the rushy field by the river the lark carols as upwards he fly
And Nature in all her splendour on a morning in July.
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