I did travel there once to see,

the fair and wonderful Italy.

To see places both new and old:

all that is part of history.


In Florence many tales are told,

ancient ones that never get old.

Siena was their ancient foe:

and eventually they did fold.


With vineyards for wine they grow:

breathtaking skies and scenes they show.

Upon the water Venice sit,

azure skies frame what is below.


Italy; I’m quite fond of it:

fourteen hours I’d gladly sit,

if I could walk its roads again.

A journey there would truly fit.


Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog post and have no artistic claim to it.


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