MAGICAL CASTLE

  (or Until the Boat is Afloat)
 

Over a thousand years ago

in the beautiful town of Torri,

King Berengario made his home

happily without worry.

The olive tree,

his friend with lots of brain power,

well planted was near his tower.

On the top of the castle,

the °Torresano° eagle a superb sentry was he

for water and sky far away he coud see.
 

In this colorful and sun soaked paradise

lemons, olives and bathers

forever have met sunrise.

And She, of the bathers the most lovely,

next to him so wanted the king.
 

One day, which I don’t know,

a swan in the town harbor one saw.

The eagle enchanted

his welcome he gave.

but the king, by the olive tree alerted,

cast a preoccupied gaze.
 

The swan followed the yellow big road,

the harbor of which it  was a frame,

and picking a wild rose

with his beak to Her, the Lovely, he gave.

Needless to say, She a kiss bestowed,

and He a dashing young prince became.
 

And King Berengario fooled adeptly

from whence he came returned swiftly. 

                                                                               Sergio zucchetti  2005