peter rodenby

Rookie - 0 Points (8th january 1951 / newcastle upon tyne)

The French - Poem by peter rodenby

They came into our lives
for a short time,
bright morning
we did not know them,
they did not know us.
We talked,
sat down together,
ate a meal, drank wine,
did what people do.
We found we shared
similar experiences,
held equal values.
A barrier of language
dissolved with laughter,
despite the rain
they left as friends.

Comments about The French by peter rodenby

  • (4/19/2006 12:06:00 PM)

    This poem is politically incorrect. Do you never read the Murdoch press?

    A Frenchman
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

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