I searched for Ernest et al
on a pallid gray day in Paris.
I pondered the air where they met.
I coursed Parisian rues where they strolled.
Fitzgerald dined where I dined.
I drank the same wine as did Ezra.
A Hemingway plaque on the lip of a bar,
A grain of a book to unfold.
Yet, I sought not these giants for their works.
I required them for their highs and their lows.
For moods are creation’s true souls,
A force to define and unclose.
I Searched for Ernest
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Ray Shermer
Ray spent 21 years in radio broadcasting followed by 27 years as a real estate appraiser. He taught real estate appraisal at the University of Missouri, Ozarks Technical Community College and St. Charles Community College. Ray loves writing and always has. After Ray retired he attained the Certificate in Higher Education in Creative Writing from Oxford University. Writing short stories for the Certificate was exciting especially since he was in his seventies. Since then the genre has become his obsession and he loves to write them often. His email is [email protected]
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