Francis Duggan Poems

You well may be special and looked on as great
And you may be the one many do celebrate
But even those who are World renowned and at what they do World number one
If they do not retire when at the top by someone they will be outdone
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The bird known as the black faced cuckoo shrike
Is one who does not have a look alike
Dark around the face and body feathers bluish gray
They are birds i do not see every day
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For it's beauty and hospitable people it has won renown
But perhaps 'tis Australia's breeziest Town
Where the rivers Merri and Hopkins into the ocean flow
The freshening winds often in Warrnambool blow
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On the shallow waters of Lake Pertobe waders and water birds abound
The white royal spoonbill with dark legs and long spoon like bill is often seen shuffling around
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The first of the calendar Summer and the first of December and the rain drizzling down
On the streets and the parks and the sidewalks of old Koroit Town
The weather wet and cloudy for the time of year
But weatherwise that Nature is never predictable is obviously quite clear
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The non judgmental kind are not in the few
And this is not saying anything that is new
To their honor code they remain ever true
And credit to them for this is surely their due
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Though not widely known as a writer she is loving and kind
The town's leading poetess has a beautiful mind
So many poems she has written each day she writes more
The widowed grandmother of years six with three score
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The salmon are swimming upriver in the cold gray damp of the dawn
To the gravel beds of the rapids to dig out their spawning beds to spawn
November is their breeding season in the cold and wet Northern Fall
When yesterday's flood is subsiding they are answering to Nature's call.
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If you cannot love yourself you cannot love anyone
This is what the wise woman did say to her son
And though there are many forms of love of which all are aware
Those who have love in them have love with others for to share
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Without any desire to be a great literary name
A true writer does not write for money or fame
Though they too may daydream of some literary success
It is of love of writing they do write nonetheless
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