Normandy Poem by Jim McDonald

Normandy
The path of your seasons is heavy on my heart
Wild winter gales
The early breath of spring-time air
Warm gentle summer sun
Autumn’s kaleidoscope of colour
that brings me home.
Normandy
the breath of your wind on my face
the sound of your breaking waves at high tide
are enough to soothe every troubled thought.
Normandy
when I die
lay me down deep in your rich earth
or burn me and scatter me
close enough to hear the turning of the tide
and the sound of the wind through your trees.