Stairs going upward
Carefully treading,
Ancient days of walking
The grain is so lovely
But footsteps are heavy
Unsure.
Roof tiles are grimy
And thousand year chimneys
Views from our windows
Green forests rise simple
Mairie's from the kitchen
Flags stand at attention
I look.
Cars whooshing and
Humming, motorcycles whizzing
People need bread,
Talking and moving,
Shutters flapping,
Flies buzzing
At laundry in windows.
Silent angels on guard.
It's France.
C
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