The Acropolis Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Colonnades of white, erected by the sea,
Clad with many towering vines,
Cradle the arched temple splendidly,
Where one breathes in the wind of wines.

Athena walks with golden hair,
By hedgerows of green,
In the summer air,
Passing through the world unseen.

And with every path she paces on,
A redolent, wafting, delicious scent
Is rendered to the Parthenon,
And to every fragrant bough that is bent.
As her servants, invisible, duly rise
To the realm of Zeus, in the azure skies.