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I First Fell In Love With Nature
I first fell in love with Nature going back more than five decades of time
And by the animals and birds who lived near me in my late twenties I was inspired to rhyme
Yet the more that I learn about her so little about her I realize I know
Our Earth Mother she is amazing and my wonder of her only grow
To Nature many of us humans are abusive we violate her for financial gain
We cut down her trees in the name of progress our pollutants give rise to acid rain
The one who supports and who feeds us without her we could not hope to live
For centuries we have been taking from her and in return to her little give
We cannot be true to our Earth Mother if to our higher selves we cannot be true
We never do pay her the respect the respect from us she is overdue
Pity the future generations of humans they must pay for our acts of shame
When Nature takes her revenge on them for that they will have us to blame
We belong to her like all other life forms and for our crimes against her the price huge to pay
Than her wildflowers are we any different in her bosom we will decay.
Francis Duggan
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I Found Him To Be Rather Boring
He must have thought I have a hearing problem he kept talking loudly in my ear
I found him to be rather boring his talk quite uninteresting to hear
He had more than one drink too many like water he swallowed his beer
I thought to myself after this drink I am on my way out of here.
Nonetheless his life to him must seem interesting though he only could talk of football
The great games and names of great footballers are things he can readily recall
Talk of sports only hold my attention for ten minutes may be at most
To elite sports people and sporting achievements I am not the type to drink a toast
The din in the crowded bar was a loud din too noisy for one such as I
I finished my beer in a hurry and to him I said my goodbye
As I walked home through the Town Parkland the birds sang on bush and on tree
Compared to the din of the bar-room this place seemed so peaceful to me.
He must have thought I was short of hearing in my ear he was talking loud
He waffled on about the big final where he was part of the huge crowd
The big final played in September one might say I've heard it before
And I would be one happy person not to hear of sports ever-more
Francis Duggan
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I Found Welcome At Moloneys
I found welcome at Moloneys there was welcome there for me
At their house in Kallioota Street not far from Wendouree
I was looked on as an equal felt part of the family
Mary treated me to biscuits bits of cake and cups of tea.
She's a lovely woman Mary and she keeps a real good house
And he's lucky John Moloney he has got himself good spouse
He has got himself good woman Mary his dear loving wife
And three lovely litle girlies can one ask much more of life.
Used to go there with Margaret Mary in a happy by gone day
Lovely Margaret Mary Cashin Mary's sister by the way
Spent many happy evenings up there watching football on T.V.
'Picture myself there this minute what a pleasant memory'.
And I liked the young Moloneys and we got along real fine
I was Irish I spoke different and to me they took a shine
Mary Clare the great comedian, Catherine and Ann Marie
Three delightful little ladies young and happy and carefree.
Yes I found welcome at Moloneys there was welcome on the mat
At their house in Kallioota Street in the Town of Ballarat
And if I returned there tomorrow know I'd still feel welcome there
Mary she would say come in Frank rest your feet and take a chair.
Francis Duggan
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I Get A Buzz Out Of Rhyming
I was twenty seven when I penned my first rhyme going back thirty five years in time
A man with great hopes for the future but that was back in my life's prime
I daydreamed of fortunes from writing that I would be one of literary note
I'm just one of millions of minor rhymers who daydreamed of fame as a poet
For thirty five years as a rhymer and longer than that as a rhyme buff
I must have a penning addiction I've written a whole heap of stuff
I've written so much about Nature and of people and life I do write
The stuff I pen you will find online on many an internet site
The Wordsmith trade needs all of it's writers though some with that may disagree
The successful novelists, poets and play-writers and the ordinary amateurs like me
Few from writing become wealthy and famous and millions do not make the grade
But everyone contributes in some way to the Worldwide Wordsmith trade
I may be an addictive rhymer and my better days in the long gone
But I get a buzz out of rhyming and till my end I will pen on.
Francis Duggan
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