Think orange groves and prickly pear
Age-old ruins, floodlit, bare
Tunnel and bridge motorways
Sun-filled hamlets lost in haze
Where donkeys, goats and dark-clothed men
Recall a bandit-time back when
Life was tough and jobs were few
America promised vistas new.
E.U. investments changes make,
But it is hard to ice the cake
As tourist beaches crowd in summer
But winter poverty’s a bummer.
Narrow streets – medieval splendour
Dangerous driving to remember
Temples* reflect Grecian art
Of
ancient Sicily a part!
Rough
villages in scenic spots
A plethora
of towers, church clocks
Steep paved streets that twist and turn
Their
ups and downs make stomachs churn!
A gentle
green with winter rain
A
poignancy words can’t explain
But
detritus scattered everywhere:
Shame that the Powers-That-Be don’t care...
* at Agrigento and Paestum
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