Home Is Where the Heart Is
Snow-capped Alps with snow-flowers
have crowned her for millions of years;
foreign armies oppressed her for centuries,
but her children fought them,
with swords and bravery to expel them
and reclaim their right of free citizens!
On this beautiful sea-washed land
rose a powerful city which governed an empire stretching
from England to North Africa
and from Spain to Syria; my forefathers never went to Ireland,
or had intentions go beyond the Rhine into Russia,
where the Huns didn't seem a threat to anyone happily living!
Art flourished in every region: from North to South;
the builder, the sculptor and the painter
gave their passionate souls to embellish her
with churches, cathedrals and monuments
that today the masses admire a lot...
has anyone had these moments?
By now you must have a hint
of which country I'm telling you about:
it is my magnificent Italy...
that boot-shaped country!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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