Australian poet, limerick, Limerick poem, Limerick poetry, Notre-Dame de Paris, Notre-Dame fire, poem, poetry
It’s a symbol of where France is going,
As it’s fanned by the winds that are blowing.
How it started — who knows?
Watching on are the crows,
As old Notre-Dame’s ashes are glowing.
So true. The saddest fact is not that Notre Dame is gone, but that France’s liberty is almost gone as well.