BARDI REVISITED

 

The road is better now

Climbing from Fornovo

Leaving behind the river

And the valley’s flatness

It’s surface is smoother

Than the winding track

That stirs my memory

 

At a certain point

The driver pulls over

Waiting for a colleague

To arrive on the down bus

After they exchange places

Our ascent continues

Towards Bardi

 

You have to try hard

To believe this is not Wales

Each mountain and field

Sings in harmony

With the emigrant land

Every shower of rain

Weeps with longing

 

For those who left

But will never return

Taken by conflicts

Not of their making

My sentimental visit

After twenty eight years

Only a faint echo

Of what might have been.

 

 

copyright(c)David Subacchi.2013