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She comes from the flat and green country the home of the dark pale eyed crow
Near Warrnambool in coastal South West Victoria where the dusky waters of the Merri flow
On to Lake Pertobe to the ocean at a place known as Lady Bay
But far north of the Caramut roadway the years have left her looking gray
One childless in her early seventies she never was anyone's wife
A beautiful woman of brown eyes when in full bloom in the prime of her life
When her hair was...

Francis Duggan

At a table on the sidewalk by a cafe in the town by the sea
Four middle aged women sit chatting enjoying cake and tea
In almost perfect weather around twenty three degrees
With a nice warmth in the sunshine and a gentle breeze
That blows up the hill through the park by the bay
So good to be living on such a nice day
The birds chirp and sing on the blossoming trees
And in the warm air the buzzings of flies and of bees
The voices of birds quite...

Francis Duggan

You get to know birds you do not get them wrong
The most of them distinctive in their chirps or their song
The most of them familiarized with you do know by sight
And they are quite recognizable even whilst in flight
A World without birds one dare not visualize
The enjoyment they give worth more to us than we realize
Sometimes we take them for granted and it does seem sad to say
That many species are facing extinction in the World of today
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Francis Duggan

Due to habitat destruction and climate change their numbers do shrink
Many species of wildlife at extinction's brink
As dead as the dodo you hear people say
For many rare species things are looking that way
A sad World in the future for every girl and boy
They will not enjoy the things we used to enjoy
For them to view less of the wildborn and free
Will be a much more boring World to live in would you not agree?
What we do to other creatures...

Francis Duggan

The winds of change keep blowing and time is ticking fast
And the Millstreet i was raised in is a memory of the past
The boys and girls i went to school with like me well past their prime
We all share one thing in common we do lose out to time
'Tis cold back there at present in the Town and countryside by Clara Hill
The cold winds from the Northlands blow with an icy chill
And cattle in the farm sheds bellow for silage or hay
Where i live the sun...

Francis Duggan