The Mists of Time

By Anne Hay

The poems in this book can paint a picture or tell a story.
Poetry can open our eyes and can make us think. Poetry is a gentle art of describing feelings of love lost, love found, or in fact, can describe our daily lives in many ways. Poetry is a way of showing how we feel about many issues, past and present. It tells a story.
Reading poetry is relaxing, inspiring and thought-provoking. It leads us through a door into another world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Apr 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9781528991827

Anne Hay

Anne has had an interesting life. After completing her education in Australia and the UK, she returned to Australia, where she completed an RN nursing degree. She worked in Intensive Care, Emergency and Anaesthesiology departments, in various hospitals in Sydney, Australia. Then the call to travel came again, and she headed off on more adventures overseas. She worked at the Gibraltar Museum and sailed at the yacht club at every opportunity. She returned to England and worked at Chichester Hospital and Chichester Museum. This opened up a whole new world to her. At Chichester Museum, Anne helped work on two summer exhibitions: the first exhibition was on ‘Byzantium’; the second exhibition was called ‘Anglo Saxon England’. Specialists in these fields were brought in to work together with the curator to bring the exhibitions to fruition. Each exhibition was a great success, and enjoyed by the visiting public. During this time, Anne learned a lot of fascinating history and visited some interesting archaeological sites. A few years later, Anne worked in the Medical Center in Houston, Texas, and then in a pharmaceutical company in New Jersey, USA. In the course of her work, Anne met her future husband, Barry. They enjoyed many adventures into nature: kayaking, camping, skiing and hiking in the mountains. Anne and her husband later retired to France and enjoyed life close to the mountains and the vineyards of the Languedoc Roussillon region. Anne’s husband died in 2012. She now calls Australia home and is still close to the mountains and the sea.

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About the Author

Anne has had an interesting life.  After completing her education in Australia and the UK, she worked for many years for a pharmaceutical company in the US.

She retired to France with her husband and enjoyed life close to the mountains and the vineyards of the Languedoc Roussillon region.

She now calls Australia home and is still close to the mountains and the sea.

Dedication

To the Poets of yesteryear, especially John Keats,

who have inspired me to write poetry.

I thank them.

Anne Hay

The Mists of Time

Copyright © Anne Hay (2021)

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Notre Dame de Paris

It’s Paris in the moonlight of yesteryear,

It’s the magic and beauty of the old and ancient.

It’s Notre Dame, the beautiful lady on the Seine,

Reaching upwards in heavenly glory.

Her lights went out when the fire caused her harm;

Then the people of Paris came and stood around,

Some cried, some sang hymns

As Notre Dame was burning that night, when all the world looked on.

In the early morning light, when we looked outside, we saw that

Notre Dame was hurt, and blackened, but still standing;

We prayed again that she would still be with us, and in our lives.

We prayed there, when we were passing.

We were in awe of her beauty and her stained-glass windows,

And we had hoped, during the night, that she would still be a vital part of Paris and our lives.

Notre Dame is Paris, and it would be sad

If she could not be saved, but a miracle took place;

Yes, her heart was saved, and she will live again.

Like Phoenix she will rise from the ashes, and give us

Comfort in her arms