('Mine eyes have seen the glory/ of the coming of the Lord'.
'The Battle Hymn Of The Republic'. Julia Ward Howe 1819-1910) .
My eyes have seen a slice of life in the world
and I have been blessed by beautiful landscapes
like the English countryside in the Midlands,
which affected me, on British Rail, like a sedative.
I learned to ski with French friends on some mountain
near Grenoble. There were still traces of the 1968 Winter Olympics
in the air and conversations in the city when I lived there.
On a T.G.V. train, I saw the rolling vineyards, olive groves
and the startling bright lavender fields of Provence,
loveliest of regions in France. On a tour, we stopped at Lauterbrunnen, a place of deep valleys between soaring peaks,
and we rode the steep cable car up a mountain slope,
then a ski lift chair over a vast, deep chasm,
where I was afraid to look down.Thus we went from Schlegel to Schilthorn.
The Ghan took me across the endless, lonely Outback of Australia.
Like Elijah at Horeb, I had glimpsed the glory of the Lord in the world.
-22/ 23 July,2019
What a beautifuuly writtem poem. We see what you saw. Thank you Michael for commenting on my poems.
Thanks for noticing. Your comment, ' We saw what you saw' stays with me. I am only too pleased to read your poems.
You capture the charm of the place in your travelogue- England, France or Australia. That's something unique and tempting to the core. Thanks, Michael.
A beautiful narratin of experiences during travel and adventures undertaken therein. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Thanks so much for boosting my confidence with such praise. I hope to complete the poem today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A captivating inscription you have made about your travelogue on France. England and Australia. A special attraction...thanks for sharing.
Thanks very much for taking the time to read this. I was hoping that you would like the last line, being religious. Cheers.