Judy Homorsky

This poem was read to our group and our guide, Dominique Eudier, at our farewell dinner in Saint Malo – October 2006

We met up in Normandy
Eleven strong.
Strangers at first,
Friends after long.
Honfleur was delightful
With its fete of shrimp.
We climbed to a chapel
With panting and limp.
Apples and cows and hedgerow scenes,
Pate and butter and sausage terrines.
Calvados and cider and tart tatin,
Bayeux cathedral and a tapestry span.
Omaha, Utah, Sword and Gold,
The story of D Day must always be told.
Don’t mourn their passing;
Their spirit is lasting.
Quicksand and salt flat and slippery silt,
Walked to a rock where a monastery was built.
Now, into Brittany,
St. Malo appears.
We’re talking France here,
Not Brittany Spears.
Ramparts we walk;
Galettes we eat.
Donkey and goats,
A special treat.
Cliff walks and harbors and white crashing waves,
Oysters and mussels and Romanesque naves.
We are in France;
We lucky few.
We bid you thanks;
We bid you adieu.

Dominique, we will always remember you and hopefully this poem will remind you of us.