… It was the summer of…
That I was in Prague, so naturalistic.
A city of mystic,
Relics, gypsies, so simplistic.
Upon the bank of Danube river, Seagulls, so humanistic…
… Through the narrow cable stone street,
Stones hidden in niches, I meet.
Elegant crystal vases here and there.
Cheap t shirts to buy and wear.
… Upon an ancient store bridge,
Spanning the swollen ridge.
Soft tunes of Czech choir floated out-
Of a small church, when sun bathing I sought.
Golden sunlight and debris sweep-
Down stream in the river’s muddy grip.
… Down the river, I gleam-
A crowded city square down the stream.
Eleves and princesses dance-
At arrival of each hour, what a trance!
Making the sunset with seven chimes.
I returned home to write my rhymes!! …