HILLS OF TUSCANY
There are flavors everywhere,
The scents slowly surround us.
The sight of the rolling hills,
Beckon me to pedal upward.
I see your happy silhouette,
As we share the ride together.
We pass a weeping vineyard,
The grapes cry tears of wine.
I taste the fresh baked bread,
Garlic and oil are painted on.
The light is about to flicker,
As the day sun seeks its rest.
As we put our wheels to rest,
We then shower in the sunset.
I know not of another place,
Which holds my heart so tightly.
As we spend the restless day,
On the rolling hills of Tuscany
T. Michael Daly
