Villa Borghese. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Click, click, click, the cameras snap, there’s so much here to see
Feeding pigeons, jumping dogs and large stone statues, three
Guard the flowing fountain as it shoots into the air
A dozen children soaking wet, with dripping golden hair.
Joggers of all ages, run passed the latticed glass
And life sized Roman statues, count them as they pass.
The marbled stairs and balustrades that sweep this stately home
Caress its cultured gardens, laid out before the dome.
The lemon grove is locked today, the museum now is full
But the open grounds, where all can walk, is North Rome’s crowning jewel.