AnElephantCant be hurried
He drifts on at his own leisurely pace
Wanders down the Saone
Till he reaches Macon
Another quite wonderful place
The river has a potent tranquillity
The city has a life of its own
He has a meal in the square
Spends a cool evening there
Then follows the Saone to its confluence with the Rhone
He gets slightly lost north of Lyon
Gets directions from a Madame quite endearable
Who points him on his way
AnElephant says okay
And buys une carte indechirable*
He meets two delightful young Swedish ladies
Ulrika and Emma make AnElephant smile
They could not be fabber
If they were singing with Abba
He takes them a little bit nearer Marseille
He stops off for water at Avignon
A city with a two thousand year history
He remembers the song
Dances sur le pont
The attraction it has is no mystery
The Palace of the Popes and Cathedral are magnificent
From the hill he sees miles of Provence
He just loves this city
With its cool childish ditty
He moves on with his heart full of songs
*une carte indechirable – tear-proof map
Luvvly verse. And I am soooo envious of you being there. I have been stuck in Canada for decades – for various reasons – and sooo want to return to Europe to live. Maybe when I get a pension, then I can buy myself a pension in France.
Beautiful photos, great story – very inventive. Glad I’m following your site.!
Your poem is delightful, your journey even more so! A wonderful post! 🙂 xx
Fabulous photos. Dancing “sur le pont” must have been wonderful. 🙂
Looks like you have a bit of living to do before the ultimate purpose of your journey!
This is delightful, Brian.
Thank you for sharing,
AnElephant is telling us so much
He posts with a song and a dance
He fills us with awe
As he tells us the lore
Of different places he visits in France.
Wonderful!!! Love both your words and the photography!! Thank you!