The Stars & Stripes flew, or rather hung, from the horizontal: <br />A startling statement in this ‘one-horse-town’ <br />That has, today, become my home. <br />It’s not the ‘Land of the Free’, <br />Yet, at the risk of rhyme, it is to me; <br />Hidden deep in the green of another red, white and blue, <br />This Tricolore Francais of we: me and you. <br /> <br />In another age, une autre langue <br />It was ‘Left at the Carpenter’s Arms’, <br />Now it’s ‘A droite a la Rue de la Natte <br />En face du Horseman’s Store.’ <br /> <br />It qualifies as a town in exactly the same way <br />As AFC Bournemouth qualifies for the European Cup: <br />Never in a month of Sundays <br />And only in its wildest dreams. <br />To take the title of ‘village’, even, <br />Bruebach would have to punch way above its feather-weight. <br /> <br />As places go, it’s a bit short on stature….. <br />But then, that makes two of us, I guess.<br /><br />Tony Jolley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-horse-town/
