Articles by David Crann

Poem

David Crann and family took up permanent residence in Provence, France in 1990. His interests include family, travel, poetry, music, bridge and gardening.

"...unnumbered fireflies of stars stream their waterfalls of silver with dim patterns..."

"Mine is a tragi-comic tale..."

"...Abroad, afar, a distant drum cajoles with dead hypnotic dirge..."

"...The asylum doors are down and the lunatics are out...."

"...the freer bird that lives and loves and dies upon the wing..."

"...Plague is in the air..."

"...they sift through dust like fetished archaeologists..."

"...old Tom swore his son, Tommy, never would a miner be..."

"...Art is the genie of discovery..."

"...the lunatic is out and has unleashed his dogs of war..."

"...he dares the iced incisors of the Alps to France..."

"...the reef where the monsters of the deep are foxed..."

"Among the sandcastles they play..."

Rest in peace, David.