Francis Duggan Poems

For me to say I'm financially well off would be a big lie
But there are millions of poor souls far worse off than i
They live their sad lives on the brink of despair
With far heavier crosses than i have to bear
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Her shoulder length hair is as dark as the wing of a crow
And her eyes are as blue as a blue ripened sloe
The beautiful young woman the young men wish to know
She hails from the land where the great Thompson flow
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The most famous I Am poem was penned by John Clare
When he was in Northampton mental asylum and burdened by care
A poem from all others that set him apart
For life's poor and forsaken a cry from the heart,
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On the bed of the river pools where the green river weed grow
The otters chase trout where the Cails waters flow
Through Annagloor, Shannaknock, Liscreagh and further down
Where it joins the Finnow west of old Millstreet Town.
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To people of all races and Nations big and small
Good luck and good fortune and a fair go for all
A World free of hunger, strife and poverty
Any fair minded person would love for to see,
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They have had many fallouts but as friends they remain
The strong bonds of friendship can withstand great strain
The strong bonds of friendship great quarrels survive
And in times of hardship even seem to thrive
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We'll always have the haves and the have nots society is structured that way
And the poor keep getting poorer that does seem sad to say
And the wealthy getting wealthier with the passing of each day
Though their fair share of taxes they never seem to pay.
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There are no forms of life on other Planets if we can believe what the scientists say
Though U F O's often seen in the night sky and fresh reporting of such every day
On the media but these U F O's must have come from somewhere perhaps sent to spy on us from outer space
Perhaps after all there is life on another Planet another World of an enlightened race,
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Up the old Finnow river in the gray of the dawn
Against the strong currents the salmon swim up to spawn
The overnight frost leave the fields looking gray
In Duhallow in November at the breaking of day.
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An ordinary rhymer those who seem to know say
But the ordinary rhymer with words has a way
A maker of rhymes he makes rhymes every day
With words he is one who likes to have a play,
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