at last I find the right path often the walls have defied me like the French Garibaldi is still there as I remember but no blood and mayhem now just juniper trees a carpet of cones December azure skies looking across the domes and spires I watch the city so quiet from here further on the wooded hills of Latium frame the plain the city the sea to which the Tiber flows relentlessly
12/08/2013
I've enjoyed traveling with you lately, Peter. I appreciate going to sites online to see where you are at the moment. There is nostalgia and new discoveries in your writing. Thank you.
A wonderful write Peter and if only the Tiber could talk!
wonderful poem, "often the walls have defied me, like the French"… such strong lines and they set the pace.
