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When blackbird sing in Summer of the year
You always know that thunder rain is near
For Summer it is not his time for song
And weatherwise he never gets it wrong
Sensitive to his surroundings one might say
He sings in the bright sunshine of mid-day
Of weather change he somehow seems to know
Of Nature's ways my wonder only grow
Though we learn new things from her every day
Her secrets from us she does hide away
There's more to...

Francis Duggan

I go back in time to a long gone Spring
To where i last heard the male robin sing
On the tall cypress tree by the garden wall
Such memories are always a joy to recall

Does a descendant of the bird by my first home far away
Sing upon that old tree in the warmth of the May
When the dipper does sing in the silver tongued rill
That babbles to the river from the field by the hill?

The past may be gone but the memories remain
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Francis Duggan

The icy breath of Winter from the northlands do blow
And the fields and the mountains are covered in snow
The cattle in farmyard shed bellow for silage or hay
It is cold very cold in Duhallow today
By every back door hungry birds pecking bread
A long, hard and hungry Winter of them lay ahead
Some of them will not survive to see the Spring
In the woods of Duhallow never more for to sing
Where the harshest of Winter with each dawn draws near...

Francis Duggan

Above the old rushy fields near the Town of Millstreet
Where the Cails from Kippagh and the Finnow does meet
Feeling too cold and hungry and Spring far away
The little brown lark is not singing today
The overnight frost has left the countryside gray
And in the nearby farm-shed the cattle are bellowing for silage or hay
On the bare trees and hedges the migrant redwings call
They have been in Duhallow since the late Fall
Eight sleeps before Christmas...

Francis Duggan

The sun out and shining it is such a nice day
The birds chirp and sing in the park by the bay
The distinctive flute of the magpie melodious and clear
And the roar of the surf waves in the distance i hear

Of the beauty around me a poet would write
A poem for others to enjoy and read and recite
The familiar call of the black and white pee wee
Is carrying in the breeze through the park by the sea

My worth as a rhymer i have reason...

Francis Duggan