Tuscan Sun. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Tuscan Sun.



Among the cypress trees we picnic in the Tuscan sun a bottle of wine and some bread. Honey coloured village on the hilltop, medieval church bells ring, children play in the fields, oh heavenly is this place of old stones and towers.
Michael Cochrane ©

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