La Cinque Terre

Waves crash down each day by day As fishing boats dare make their way The village square, by dawn, now quiet as endless waves, with rocks, play riot Then hustle and bustle, taunting streets With men and boys from fishing fleets Children scamper, scurrying, scream While women weighing fish they clean When midday sun offers no retreat And cobblestones lie hushed with heat Siesta silence creeps into town Except where waves come crashing down