I HAVE had a splendidly refreshing time at Civitella Ranieri, you could read more about the 15th-century old castello here

so i thought i should write a simple poem or two, as a way of etching in my memory the few mornings i spent---

(while not typing away or keeping myself snug with a priceless book)

---promenading in the secret garden lush with olives, lavenders, and roses;

a garden you could idle away in while gazing out over
the far-off undulating green
swell of mountains stretching away,
stretching away,
stretching
away...)

Well, here are the poems:

hope they help stir up memories of places you once visited!