In Tuscany my demons now have fled
My mind consoled by grapes from off the vine
My palette touched with pasta to combine
Oh glory seen in crystal glass of red.
But darkness still must come to make me dread
The after thoughts that follow from the wine
But in the morn I know I will be fine,
A choice is made and I must go to bed.
At breakfast next, my day is set before
To walk the Tuscan hills I shall prepare
And time enough my spirit will ensure
Thus only then I truly know the score
To sample more the charmed Italian air
More wine and pasta I will then endure
Philip G. Bell
