My First Trip to Europe
It was a summer I’ll not soon forget.
By Jillian SpiridonPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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Image by Günther Schneider from Pixabay
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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About the Creator
Jillian Spiridon
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
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