Breakfast with a breathtaking view:
Tuscan hills, Val d’Orcia, but most of all: you.
A strangely cute but short of cuddly
Underwater aqua-vac
Patrolling the pool deep end and back
Like some scuba-puppy on a long leash.
Cursing at every corner our hire car
Whose windscreen frame seemed
So absurdly wide at the side
It’d hide a ten-ton Italian truck:
More ‘See it No-No’ than Fiat Bravo.
Playing ‘Hunt the Ospedale’,
‘Dov’e Doctore? ’,
‘Trouvare la Pharmacia’:
‘Medicino in Montalcino’.
‘Good Game. Good Game’
As Bruce Forsyth might say…..
Not!
Finally to the winery: Brunello di Banfi and Fontanella,
Served by Antonnella, Daniella and Francesca.
Lovely trip you have taken us on here Tony - great to have such a poetic description of the Odd Bits of your beautiful day. We all wish we could have been there - but not in that hired car! ! ! Bestest wishes for your next trip and we look forward to the second instalment! from Fay.
A lovely diary entry in the life of Bruebach nobility - and of your enduring love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, Tony, you are right...'Randomnicity' right here :) ....but very nicely written indeed.