San Gimignano Poem by Michael Cochrane

Hilltop town of medieval towers, and beautiful countryside, of cypress trees, we walk through the Piazza Della Cisterna, old ladies in black sell Italian lace, children play and laugh eating ice cream, lovers drink wine in small cafés and steal a kiss in the afternoon sun. It's a feast for the senses and for the soul, the Duomo bells ring and a bride and groom step out a horse and carriage love is in the air.
Michael Cochrane ©