Standing to attention the cypress trees,
Guarding homes with terracotta roofs.
For a short few days just one of these,
Is our home far away from home truths.
Gazing out on sun baked wheaten fields,
Rolling hills are crowned with town jewels.
For a few short days near one of these,
We are kings holding court like fools.
Tuscan Holiday
August 4, 2009
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Posted by Bog Rhymer
