Corsica

I am part of the land the granite and limestone that contain relics of man's beginnings. I stand on the mountain looking over the water, pure in its shades of blue as it reaches into the caverns along the coast. The land rises to unknown heights daring man to conquer it, to live on it. The remnants of fortresses align the coast standing guard against unknown forces. From the Greeks and Romans I draw my blood continuing the ways, the languages, as I observe the Europeans with their yachts using my land as a playground.