Piaggia, Piaggia. All the years of the holidays we spent there and it is still the same although the trees are bigger and Sogna is restored. Ahhhh!!!! I feel a poem coming on...oh no I have been interrupted by domestic responsibilities. Anyone else got a poem?
Piaggia, hot and sweet
ReplyDeletePiaggia it has been a treat
To own a piece of foreign soil
To place your heart away from toil
Lying in the baking sun
Hearing crickets, more than one
Giant figs and olive trees
Piaggia, you were there to please.
Well done Treasure. But as the poetess of the family (published) I think you should have let me go first. I am away on my holidays however in Morocco, painting the goats (I am sharing a hut with three 6foot tall shepherds to gain the inside experience of living a shepherds life) so it will have to wait.
ReplyDeleteGuy, you would enjoy this experience - its a bit like when we camped in Abu Dhabi the winter of 1975.........