Poems of the World. (France)

France, land of history and war

Revolution of blood and the guillotine

After liberation came a man who thought he could rule the world

Nicer than that, the common folk always remain

Caring for the creatures and the land

Ever their lives come and go changing and unchanged


France, the home of the beginning of modernism

Raising a pointed metal tower into heaven

Answering the call of the painter… to shape and transform

Never afraid, bordered by mountains and oceans three, still she fell to the Germans

Cheese on baguette, lunch in warm sun on cool stone bench

Enter this land of history, reserved people, barren mountains and living valleys

The End

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