The Travelling Student
With books in one hand, feeling very dilly,
and in the other an umbrella when it rained...
I waited for the train going to the city;
not enough time to talk, but they understood.
Seeing the Campanian landscape offered joy,
so the Romans called it the Happy Land,
but Mussolini's reign made it a sad one:
buildings bombarded, lives lost...harmony gone!
Entered in nette oncloud's contest
" A Moment In Another Time "
Written by Andrew Crisci
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2012
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