My First Trip to Europe

A Sonnet

Stepping off the boat told me long stories

with just a quick glance held from a distance

and I was entranced in my mind’s quarries,

feeling so small in my lone existence.

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Germany, France, Switzerland, oh my-

the river cruise ship glided down the Rhine,

and the July sun hung high in the sky,

till it was time to go back in and dine.

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The pictures could sing ballads, I’m quite sure,

of histories thought forgotten and lost —

but I recall the way I felt fervor

to climb steep hills for castles, a high cost.

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From Basil we then departed for home,

and so I had more ideas for a tome.

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