Tag Archives: France

earthly remains

There are those who say they must go home But there is no need to hurry them They want to return to their native soil When the time has come to bury them They prefer to be where they were … Continue reading

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The Holiday – Flash Fiction

AnElephantCant forget his USA trip He visits there just a year or two ago Of all the wonderful places Where he meets smiling faces The old hippy best loves San Francisco AnElephant is invited by the lovely, and Priceless, Joy to … Continue reading

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The Light – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant deny that he’s different He tends to stand out in a crowd His ears look better shrunk He has tusks and a trunk That holds more water than the average rain cloud This is a weekly invitation to write a … Continue reading

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Je Suis Charlie

Je Suis Charlie Yesterday – Saturday – in Medville, there was a tribute to Charlie Hebdo. Events like this took place in cities, towns and villages across France and, I am sure, much further afield. There will be more today. … Continue reading

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Man’s Inhumanity to Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn*

I have seen them in many parts of the world. From Scotland to Canada and the USA. From France to Australia. Each one rips at my soul. But the saddest thing about War Memorials, strangely enough, is not the heart-breaking … Continue reading

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forgetting

the sun cowers behind black rain clouds the sky appears more blue the wind moans through the pine trees perhaps they are all missing you the waves sweep up regardless wipe the sand clear of every clue the pebbles rumble … Continue reading

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15th August 1944

15th August 1944 The little town is empty, not a soul to be seen. Le Maquis, the French Resistance movement, pass the word to the villagers and the remaining families withdraw into the foothills of the Maures. In the morning … Continue reading

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