When I was a child, my gran and grandpa,
Went to live in Switzerland, which seemed very far…
My grandpa had cancer and was told by his doc,
He needed some warmth so he’d feel less croc.
They moved to Lausanne, a beautiful place,
Full of light and mountains, fresh air and SPACE!
Lake Geneva close by, it’s right on its shore,
It’s a city of substance, a place I adore.
Lausanne is the capital of the canton of Vaud,
The Jura Mountains lie north-west,covered in snow.
The Olympic Committee has it’s headquarters here,
The Romans originally founded it at Vichy – quite near.
In 1685, Huguenots, woman and man,
Found they were welcome here in Lausanne.
The city now boasts a 28 station metro,
The smallest place in the world to move people so!
Lausanne
05 Saturday Oct 2013
Posted in poetry
What a wonderful poem. Yay to Huguenot safety and fresh air for Grandpa 🙂
The air is certainly fresh my lovely! X
I can’t imagine looking out my windows every day, Caro, and seeing that view! Breathtaking! My own Huguenot ancestors moved to America.
It is absolutely stunning isn’t it? It is such a wonderful town!
That is so lovely. Makes me want to move there 🙂
Thank you – it is worth a visit…
So talented to intertwine history and poetry!
Thank you Brenda! I am being encouraged to put together a collection of my historical poems because loads of people have told me it would be a great way for kids to learn a bit about snippets of history and then they can go an research a little more themselves!