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Best Poems From
FRANCIS DUGGAN
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The Conceited Materialist
When he told me about his expensive new car
He wished me for to say to him how marvellous you are
But his praises I was not about for to sing
Since he boasted too much of a material thing.
His own sense of importance had gone to his head
Well done and good luck to you is all I said
I did not wish for to praise him any more than that
As his ego I felt on him had grown too fat.
Materialism as such does not appeal to me
Far too much of it nowadays we do seem to see
Materialistic people so narrow in their own boring way
Though money speaks every language you hear people say.
One should only give credit where credit is due
And though money speaks every language happens to be true
Money did not save the monarch the monarch did die
And the billionaire is a mortal just like you and I.
Of his brand new mercedes he loudly did boast
Though to him I was not about to drink a toast
I did not wish to add to his sense of conceit
You will find one or two like him on every street.
Francis Duggan
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The Consequences Could Be Dire
For the Human World the consequences could be dire
Climate Change all around us in earthquakes, storms, floods, drought and fire
For our abuse of our Natural Envoironment such the price we must pay
Without us Mother Nature would do quite okay
And without us our Earth Mother would get along fine
The more carbon emissions the more fierce the heat when the sun shine
We need our Earth Mother without her we cannot hope to survive
And by our bad Natural Environment practice 'tis ourselves we deprive
We pollute the air and every waterway
And what we do to Nature to our own selves we do that does seem sad to say
To change our way of living it is not yet too late
A healthier Natural Environment for future generations we can help to create
If we will carry on living the way we live we will seal our own fate
As we are putting on Humanity an Extinction Date.
Francis Duggan
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The Coorong
Some say that this is a barren land where mostly saltbush grow
But more species of birds live here than anywhere else of that I know
There is more to the Coorong than at first meets the eye
The memories I'll take with me and later them enjoy.
Wattlebirds and babblers and honeyeaters by the score
Chirp on small coastal trees and flowering shrubs along the quiet foreshore
This is a birders paradise though few birders come here
The Coorong a great place for birds at anytime of year.
A woman friend of mine she often talks about the old Coorong
She complains between visits to there the time seems to drag along
If I could afford to I'd love to buy a house close to Salt Creek she say
One can only hope she will have her wish in the not too distant day.
In Summer in the Coorong on the mudflats by the sea
Little waders from the Artic far from their home Country
Are searching for invertebrates they have to gain body weight
Before they fly north to their breeding grounds and time on them doesn't wait.
In the Coorong in South Australia where mostly saltbush grow
The black tribes fished and hunted many centuries ago,
On the sea, mudflats and foreshore birds in plentiful supply
It's a land of peace and beauty for a naturalist to enjoy.
Francis Duggan
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The Coorong Is Slowly Dying
The huge saltpans of the Coorong circular and white as snow
With time's passage getting bigger in the land where saltbush grow
The Coorong is slowly dying where waterfowl did once abound
In the countryside of many dried out lakes few birds now to be found
in the Land known as the Coorong climate change has left it's mark
A Coastal National Park in name only is the Coorong National Park
Where most of the lakes have dried out the Coorong has known a better day
And with less lakes far less water birds that does seem sad to say
The saltpans of the Coorong getting bigger as the weeks and months go by
The land where only saltbush grow has never been so dry
One more victim of Climate change the once beautiful Coorong
A place that inspired the artists and inspired the bards to song
Few waterbirds in the Coorong that does seem sad to say
What was once a birders paradise has gone into decay.
Francis Duggan
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