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From the fields of my younger years I live far away
But in fancy I do visit them every day
And I see the hawthorns in their blooms of white to gray
And hear the nesting birds sing in the sunshine of May
The praises of Nature I feel happy to sing
And of the beauty I knew in a far away Spring
Were I born a poet of such I would write
For others to read and enjoy and recite
Though where mine was once quite a well known face
I may now be...

Francis Duggan

Decided to stay local to start with today and just as the overnight rain subsided I duly arrived at my first stop, Napton-On-The-Hill. I have to say that despite being right on my doorstep, and renowned as a good migration spot, I've made very few visits to this area.


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Birding Afloat

BoatBirder

It is not out of love or the joy of the Spring
On bush or on tree or high on the wing
Or to serenade his partner the songbird does sing
With birds song it is a territorial thing
The lives of birds are complex as the word can be
But they only do sing to proclaim territory
To warn males of their own kind from their borders stay clear
'Tis not songs of love their neighbours from them do hear
At nesting time with a territory to defend
To...

Francis Duggan

I must be as lucky as lucky can be
Since the rhymes every day do keep coming to me
Though many years now past my physical prime
I must be one blessed by the Goddess of Rhyme
For thirty six of my sixty three years I've been a rhyming buff
And I'm one who has written a whole heap of stuff
To rhyme to me seems to come so easily
I am not afflicted by soul poverty
I write of people and the beauty in Nature I hear and I see
Like the wild birds...

Francis Duggan

The wild birds chirp and sing on the bushes and trees
And the sweet scent of peppercorn blowing in the breeze
I scent and I hear her and her I can see
The beauty in Nature is all around me
Were I a poet of her I surely would write
Poems for others to read and enjoy and recite
Of the one who has brought me such pleasure and joy
I have loved her since I was a very young boy
So little about her I can claim to know
Yet my wonder of her only...

Francis Duggan