Arrive Paris, but I shall skip and return
to tell the tale and jump ahead, why?
why ever not?
merci..........je vous en prie!!!
To tall Ben in Lon- don then
black cabs, so roomy in
London pubs elegant, old dwellings
their sills graced flowers green
therein the atmosphere, the quintessential,
eccentric English gentlemen
and too saw pondering the gardens Castle Windsor..
all in tweed and tie to behold
hat, and ubiquitous umbrella.
Liberty, your building clothed Elizabethan
too delightful to behold within and out then
alas your fabrics sought after and .. no more
but discovered in Strasbourg my galore.
The ravens, stalk so proud but blend with
those men..... Yeoman
Charles the Sec, it won't be long now!
St James Court, your brass band applauded
National Gallery at Trafalgar Square
had a cup of tea there.
And you, Mr British Museum you are rightly proud
of your clocks fair.....still home of Charles Dickens
twas fun as well..he thus did journey
places far from whence he dwelt.
Ecclesiastes 5:18-20:
"Here is what I have seen:
It is good and fitting for one to eat and drink, and
to enjoy the good of all his labor in which he toils
under the sun all the days of his life which God gives him; for it is his heritage.
As for every man to whom God has given riches and wealth,
and given him power to eat of it ,
to receive his heritage and rejoice in his labor- this is the gift of God.
For he will not dwell unduly on the days of his life, because God keeps him busy with the joy of his heart."
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