Francis Duggan Poems

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2871.
Fields Of Omagh

He was never found wanting when put to the test
He won the big races and he raced against the best
The nine year old bay gelding has won his last race
In Australia's weight for age championship he came from last to first place.
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2872.
Love

Though love can have it's many disappointments it is indeed such a beautiful thing
And of love the poets write of in their poetry and of love so many songsters one hear sing
Without love human society could not function there are so many forms of love in life
The love that parents display for their children the love that is the bond of man and wife.
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2873.
The Loner

He walks the by-road that is lit by moonlight
As he sings his way home in the still of the night
A man in his fifties his hair silver gray
And surely he has known a far better day.
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2874.
The Creeks Down To A Trickle

The creeks down to a trickle most water dams are dry
And water-birds not to be seen to elsewhere they did fly
And elsewhere could be anywhere hundreds of miles from here
To this place the nearest large body of water is not anywhere near.
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2875.
The Old Stream

The stream from the mountain lake flows through the bracken
It babbles on forever by night and day
Down through the old fields and by many a hedgerow
On to the bigger river far away.
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2876.
There Is No Such A Thing

Though not every culture we know or embrace
But there is no such a thing as a superior race
Though some of their Nationality well may brag
They carry their pride in their National flag.
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2877.
Far Beyond The Darkness

Far beyond the darkness can you see the light
Where all it is breezy and lovely and bright
You walk in the park in the smoky air
But the air it is clean by the hills over there
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2878.
The Town Poets

They have the ticket draw for the football club
But never a poets hour at the local pub
'Twould seem that cricket and football are the in thing
And horse racing at the back end of the Spring
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2879.
The Creatures Of The Night

Out there on the hill under the moonlit sky
In the hour before midnight the hunting fox cry
The unmistakeable voice so familiar and shrill
Echoes in the stillness across the quiet hill.
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2880.
The Hill That Was Christened Kolor

The hill that was christened Kolor is the Mt Rouse of today
And nothing lasts forever as some are known to say
On the volcanic mountain beneath the rocks and clay
The bones of the first Australians at peace forever lay.
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