The children laugh and play,
Singing songs, playing soldiers
In and around the pines
That grow in the Borghese Gardens.
Such enjoyment and fun
That can transform you into thoughts,
Thoughts of the Fountain of Valle Giulia.
Dawn breaking through the dark of night,
The cattle walking slowly by the water
Towards the Chapel, so deserted ,
But always having the Pines,
The Pines for friends
Always there, looking over, protecting,
Protecting all below them
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Respighi's Pines of Rome is in four parts, the others will follow.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Well penned Andy. 😊👍
Thanks AP.
Andy
Good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
I was in Rome just the other week, I didn't see any cows 🤣 this is wonderful.
Thank you Teddy. The cows were there a very long time before you were. 🍷🍷🍷
LOL oh I am sure they are still there in the country side. I did see a gladiator though 🌹
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