Francis Duggan Poems

One could be called worse things than a poetaster
A person known for penning doggerel rhyme
It does seem an inoffensive sort of a hobby
And never should be looked on as a crime
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The winds of climate change across the landscape blowing and drinking every dropp of moisture from the ground
The creek of the foothills is no longer flowing where once was a babble the silence is profound
Last week for a day it did rain rather heavily but a full day's rain was not nearly enough
The farmers their breeding sheep and cows are selling one can say that times on them are rather tough
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The familiar song of the goldfinch takes me to places far away
To leafy groves and hedgerows scenting of the blooms of May
Though not the finest songster in the northern or southern Spring
One never could mistake him in the song he has to sing.
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The sky is glowing red where the sun is setting above saltwater the ocean seems so still
And larks are carolling o'er the lush green paddock as twilight slowly gathers on the hill
It has been quite a warm day for November the evening calm with only the faintest breeze
As the sun sets the evening does grow cooler a high today of thirty two degrees
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The other boys taunted and jeered at the boy with buck teeth
And they called him rude names as he walked down the street
But the boy with buck teeth is a winner today
Those who laugh last laugh loudest some are known to say
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The man who was once admired as a king
His praises nowadays they no longer do sing
Even some of John Howard's loyal admirers now say
That life does go on and he did have his day
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For the colour of a flag or for National pride
Far too many young people fighting in wars have died
They believed in the war mongers that does seem sad to say
They fought for their beliefs and with their lives they did pay
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lets hear it for women a rousing hip hooray
The mothers and spiritual leaders of the World of today
Her son or daughter in prison time for their crimes pay
But my offspring is a good person the mother does say
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In life there are winners and losers at least that is what we are told
And some die in their youth and in mid life and some live on to be old
The reaper does not respect winners or losers since he claims the lives of all
He does not discriminate or differentiate to his scythe all life forms must fall
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Why die for your Country since your Country of you not aware
And your Country can't feel or don't have power to care
If for it the ultimate sacrifice you did make
Your Country for you will not weep at your wake.
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