ON TOUR BY FIONA CUMMINGS

ON TOUR

BY FIONA CUMMINGS

 As the song goes, down Mexico way

Where the men sing and guitars play

Vibrant colours you see each day

No matter what the season

A smile whatever reason

The sun sets of pinks and orange

Where traditions play homage

From years gone by

Where a forever blue

Tells tails in the sky

Down Mexico way

Flowers dance in the gentle breaze

Birds sweetly sing in the trees

 Smiles shaded by a giant sombrero

This after all, is Mexico

 

Then there is France

Where they say is full of romance

Songs about La Mer

The beauty of the ocean

I guess the love potion

La vie en rose

Of hard times during the war

But still in France we have La mour

Paree strike a pose

 

Then on our musical journey

We are off to Germany

Black red and gold

What will we find on our travels?

Let’s see and unfold

Off to Oktoberfest in Munich

 They dress in traditional Bavarian clothes

The wonderful music

How much beer one has drank really shows

With suspenders or a prien

Pouring the amber say when

 

As for those Moscow nights?

In winter streets so white

With golden domes

And Pushkin’s poems

In Gorki park views are shared

And people look in awe in Red Square

 

Oh and then there is Italy

What that country means to me

There is everything from the sea

Mountains

Fountains

And the food

Oh it’s so good

Hot summers

And snowy winters

Perfect seasons

Playing out as it should

 

The USA

What does that country mean today?

A real mixing bowl

So apart an yet can come together as a whole

Always smiling with pearly whites

Sitting on Mama’s porch

On those barmy nights

Throwing songs out

Back and forward on that rocking chair

Without a care

The Whitehouse

Over the years what will pour from that vast spout

So many changes the residence will see

As for the statue of Liberty

To breathe free

Light your lamp for me?

 

Now good old England

Red white and blue

Such a tiny island

This we know is true

Full of forests so green

The most beautiful countryside ever to be seen

So versatile too

Sandy beaches sea so blue

Daffodil hills

And strawberry fields

Funfair thrills

Chocolate box pubs

Horse and carriage carrying goods

Thatched roof houses

In villages of old

Where winters have been known

To kiss summers so cold

Then the capital

There you will find Big Ben

Cleopatra’s needle

Standing proud on the embankment of the Thames

Such history can be found

In old London town

 

Copyright Fiona Cummings 2015

 

http://www.historic-uk.com/HistoryUK/HistoryofBritain/Cleopatras-Needle/

http://www.departful.com/2014/09/oktoberfest-songs/