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Menhirs of Carnac

The men who built them long are dead And they are standing still In ranks, files and circles And after our time …

Few Turks in This Town Anymore

Few Ottomans are in Knes Selo That once ruled here before The call to prayer does not ring Around these hills anymore …

Last Keepers of the Kasbah

The last keepers, there they stand, within the walls of the Kasbah Visitors to guide, around the site of the Kasbah Now …

Via del Carmen, Sassari

Tapestries hanging on a wall Alphabets and poems Embroidered by women when girls Hanging on  walls of their homes Handed down by …

Dusky Aphrodite of the Smiling Eyes

She was the loudest and the most beautiful Her smile came from the soul Through the eyes as much as through the …

Pannonia in Peace and War

These plains wide watered By seasons rains from the sky Bringing life to earth. These plains wide watered By mans blood shed …

Two Roman Bridges at Porto Torres

Two proud Roman bridges standing Over a small river commanding Beside a town, forever expanding As over and under them I walked …

Love of God – Hatred of Fellow Man

Monasteries in Kosovo hold some of the most militant churchmen, who pray to the God of love, and then preach war and …

Two Words Between Strangers

“Dobar dan” said I to a stranger As at me the old man stared In a Calvin Klien T-Shirt that screamed AMERICA!!!! …

The Fields of Vojvodina

The fields of Vojvodina are as flat as the world is round A fairer land bar Ireland is rarer to be found… By …

Skopje At Night

The ladies are very friendly In the carpark outside the hotel If your interested and have money For you all will be …

As If a Pop Star

The African girls smiling, even from the eyes, And jumping, laughing screaming And I, apprehensive knew I wasn’t But wished I was …

Old Soviet Trains in Macedonia

Before only seen on the television While watching James Bond on TV Now the English speaking stranger Is no secret agent, far …

All Gone… Home?

While on holiday in Serbia, in Banat our car drove through village, and we were told it was once a totally German …

The Long Acre

A trains stopped, a dead cow on the trackway And children crying herding more And I woken from my reverie I enjoyed …

Venus of Sardinia

With shy glance she walks Diner having served, as I Admire Sardinia!