Calling Me Home

The bells call to me from
My home in Tuscany

I will walk again across the bridge
and over the hill to a hundred smaller hills

Vineyards abound grapes ripe and falling
to the ground

The mornings are cool and the clouds lay
low on the top of the hills.  They cover
all the Vines with heavenly droplets

When the sun rises all you can see for miles
are deep purple clusters shimmering as
if they were the pot of gold at rainbows end

The rich earth under foot comes alive with
the essence of spiced Carmenere, mushrooms
with a light scent of Ginger 

The soil is so soft and inviting like a beautiful
women it beckons you to walk with her

As your walking you notice the many colors
of orange and golden hues that decorate the
Landscape

The old houses are much in the same with the 
exception of the doors.  You may see burgundy
to bright red, green and even purple to catch
your eye and fill your heart with remembrance

Bread, fresh bread you might smell wafting across
you along with the aroma of freshly ground coffee
so rich you can taste it when you inhale

There is a special time of the season when the
Sun flowers are in bloom.  They can be seen as
far as your eyes may travel and are breathtaking
from any view

We are definitely visitors in this most beautiful
city in all the world.  I can only stay a short while
because the enchantment of it touches my soul 

This is a magical place and I feel that if I visit
for to long it will disappear and be gone to me
forever

As A young women I found myself there
It is the only place in all the world that I feel
welcomed and truly loved

It doesn't judge, it takes you in and you become
a part of all of it. Some time very soon I will return
once more

I want to feel the Sun and see the cloud 
shadows fall over the hills in the late afternoon
I want to try to find myself again and perhaps
I will finish what life started for me so very
long ago

The bells call to me from
My home in Tuscany...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Campi Avatar
November 17, 2010 at 3:44 AM
THis poem is so beautiful. It made me want to return to Europe. Perhaps one can go home again. I loved every line of your work here. Thank-you.Jancarl C.
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November 16, 2010 at 9:46 AM
It is very cold here in Springfield,Ohio today. But I must say your poetry has touched my heart. Thank you for sharing it Shar. Love, Carol
Maverick Avatar
November 15, 2010 at 3:36 PM
very soulfull sesory experience you have shown here, Sharon.
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November 15, 2010 at 3:10 PM
Your poetry is absolutley wonderful, this write is pure poetry at its best...so enjoyed..always Michael
Fraser Avatar
November 15, 2010 at 2:47 PM
Sharon, this is simply beautiful. It sure makes one want to go there now. Thank you for sharing this gem >> James :)
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November 15, 2010 at 11:34 AM
Awesome Sharon, ((so rich you can taste it when you inhale)) now that is a line so unique,,, Well even the start of your poem is so unique... Enjoyed your poem, have a nice one,..p..d
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