East Midlands to BergamoA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenOur Journey from England to Italy.East
Midlands to Bergamo Above the clouds the sky blue goes on and on, reaching into space, touching the stars, flowing into the infinite darkness that surrounds us. Below, lightly dotted puffs of cotton wool float upon the sea of air. And I wonder what lies beneath these man made wings. Under the sky in which we hang I see the quilted fields of the Rhone. I envisage it's quiet country lanes and sleepy villages where locals lunch upon bread and cheese and wine and drink strong black coffee with the aroma of sweet-smelling Cognacs. I resolve that one day I will join them sitting round the sun drenched square watching a game of petanque idle gossip on their lips. Suddenly, looming, the jagged icing topped dark peaks of the Alps break my train of thought with razor ridges and snowy, craggy slopes; the solid rock that binds France and Switzerland and Italy. Soon we are gliding down, our decent accelerating as the tarmac runway of Bergamo rushes to greet us.
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6 Reviews Added on July 6, 2017 Last Updated on July 6, 2017 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..Writing
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