End of the European Adventure

Café umbrellas blooming (sunny days);

the gabled houses leaning eave to eave;

these lofty steeples watching maze-like ways

and cobbled fountain squares—how can I leave?

The castles standing lonely, hillsides strewn

with sheep; the mountains’ shawls of mist and snow;

the rustic doorways framing stars and moon

and shadowed cypress, olive groves below;

medieval city walls and Roman baths

in crumbled ruins; art and music born

and raised sublime; the bird- and brook-sung paths

through ancient forests—oh! for these I’ll mourn,

for now it’s time to turn and time to pack.

(I’ll nurture dreams for joyful journey back.)

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27 thoughts on “End of the European Adventure

  1. This is amazing, for all the reasons Christine mentioned. I’m very impressed – great rhymes and it sounds and feels so natural. I like the bracketed thoughts, too. As for leaving such a beautiful place, I feel your yearning (because you communicate it so well *and* because I still feel that way a year after my month in South Africa).

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    1. Yes! I tried so hard to make it “half-timbered houses,” but it just wouldn’t scan. Maybe next time, for the un-sonnet version. 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Kymm. Some of my favorite memories involve remote ruined castles with my kids running around the open spaces and the unfazed sheep grazing on these incredibly steep hillsides.

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