POSITANO ITALY
The Amalfi coastline stretches forever,
Winding through many small villages.
The sights and sounds of each,
Beckon us to stop at every turn.
Flowers abound with vivid colors,
As the seas reflection is at our side.
The buildings have withstood the ages,
And many stories abide within them.
The pace seems slow and methodical,
Yet there is purpose in very movement.
We see the sign ahead its Positano,
The magic city among the sea cliffs.
The streets are alive with sights,
And sounds of melodic Italian words.
Open markets bear forth the fruits,
And fresh vegetables just harvested.
Shops and restaurants are all a bustle,
As shoppers seek out the days prizes.
We settle in with the pace slow and easy,
As the rush of the city is long lost.
Fresh aromas cascade from the open cafes,
As diners leisurely partake of their meals.
Our balcony overlooks the sparkling sea,
As pleasure boats cut through the waves.
We have arrived at a little slice of heaven,
Can we ever want to leave this place again.
T. Michael Daly
