Two Countries Loved By Me
How wrong is the notion than having two great loves...
doesn't make a heart absorb what it immensely adores.
My natural motherland is that southern European country
kisses by the warm waves of the Mediterrean sea,
where a great empire rose and conquered others,
only defeated by the barbarians like the Huns.
My adopted motherland was discovered by Columbus,
who with three ships sailed the Atlantic Ocean confidently,
hoping to find a route to India, the land of spices and mystery...
and he thought all along it he had found it without any loss.
The first one made a dreamer out of me overnight,
and inspired me with her breathtaking landscapes and skies;
who has ever see Mount Vesuvius throught a teenager's eyes,
and be somewhat moved by the magnificent sight?
The second one nourished my erring and poetic spirit so sensible:
seeing snow-capped mountains, green vallies and sun-drenched canyons;
there all thoughts fled to find inspiration...like kids playing with crayons,
attempting to draw with ingenuity images very awesome and beautiful.
These two countries are loved by me as I loved sweet mother;
the old one holds her strict religious values and the other has more realistic freedom,
not suggesting to quickly discard one, and embrace the other;
I will definitely love them both and honor their flags with the joyful beats of my drum.
How happy and grateful I am to have had these friends fulfilling my worthiness
that daily shaped my character and broadened my avenues towards success.
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2010
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