Kevin Pyne, of Lake Street, Dartmouth, writes:

I drove through the Netherlands, Belgium and France the week before last with a van full of junk and we were not stopped or searched once.

It needs sorting, as plainly it is unsafe to let it carry on.

The more of France I see the more I want to see, so I penned this poem to get my thoughts into perspective regarding the horrors that have befallen the city.

Let’s all go to Paris

And ride the Metro train

And wander around

The Louvre and walk

Hand in hand besides

The left bank of the Seine

Let’s all go to Paris

And take in a show or two

And take coffee outside

A café, just as Parisians

Might well do

We can climb the Eiffel

Tower and look across

That great city from on high

And hear the bells of

Notre Dame before saying

A prayer for those so cruelly

Now departed before a little

Artwork we drift off to buy?

Let’s all go to Paris

Because that great city

Is bleeding from a wound

That is open, red and raw

And the only way to heal

It is to go there, that’s for sure

No gun or bomb can

Kill a city even if there

Are those so evil or misguided

That they think they might

So let’s not be afraid of them

And in spite of them

Lets all go to Paree

And take in all the sights

Let’s all go off to Paris

And walk in among

The red, white and blue flags

Of ‘liberty’ ‘equality’ ‘fraternity’

Because the city it is suffering

And we need all of us to show

Our sympathy and solidarity.