Greenery races by
And joyful surprises appear
Of yellow and red houses.
Rain soothes my heart,
My mind is at peace.
Hills of Tuscany surround
The road is a smooth ride.
A beautiful Sunday morning,
Driving along the west of Italy.
Storm clouds are passing
A sunny day awaits,
In wonderful Siena.
Friday, July 3, 2009
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