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Blue Skies in Tuscany


Blue skies in Tuscany,

Distant curving hills,

Cypresses and olive groves...

And flower-strewn rills.


Villas and oak trees,

Old and evergreen,

Swallowtails that dance the hours;

Small lizards rarely seen.


The Oriole's lone recital

From a shaded bough;

Soft, warm breezes

That waft the cloudlets slow.


Lilac and yellow broom....

A splash of brightest hue;

Large, dark metallic bees

That visit swift and true.


Hot Sun...and strong scents;

The grasshopper that rasps its joy...

Amidst the lilting grasses...

That beckon and alloy.


A scene indeed so tranquil,

As if it were but dreams;

Here where the senses mingle....

To prove all is what it seems.





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