Cinqueterre

by Elena, 13
Eugene, Oregon

 

Bright buildings hugging the narrow streets—

Red, orange, yellow, pink.

 

The sound of the busy train coming and going,

Echo’s through the shaded passageways of

Vernazza.

 

Gelato parlors are marked with long lines

And kids, still wrapped in colorful, sandy towels,

Cooling off after a hot day.

 

People laughing over glasses filled with wine,

Enjoy each other’s company and the view of the waves,

Splashing up against the deep gray rocks,

As the ancient church bell rings.

 

 

Written in Response to "Here" by Arthur Sze