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On Trampled Ground

Over Trampled Ground

Visit and enjoy
But what is it
Just a clever decoy
A tourist pit

Not songs of old
Beautiful places of the unknown
Or stories told
Of luscious home grown

But overcrowded masses
Seeing what is made for them
Looking through tourist glasses
The not authentic ho hum

What was
Is gone
A faux pas
Just a yawn

Days long ago
When it was exquisite
A local partisan show
With sentiment and eloquence

An old charm
With genuine people
Living simply with no alarm
On the side of the steep hill

Vineyards and orchards
Olives and grapes
With no ill words
Living with what it takes

To be simple
And kind
With no one to swindle
Or steal you blind

But today
There are plenty
Battling the fray
Too many

In these tourist traps
Marketed as something special
But just ridiculous scraps
On a monetary hijacked vessel

	

Madrid

Madrid

I wandered Madrid
Enjoying the sights
Believing I am El Cid
A beloved Spanish knight

Fighting not for blood
But time
A tourist stud
Searching and seeking in rhyme

So much to see
For two days of travel
And I was free
At my pace to unravel

All of the great destinations
Sitting in courtyards and plazas
Sipping coffee on vacation
Recalling all Spains mighty causes

Fighting Muslims invaders
Discovering the new world
Subduing the English pirates and raiders
Surviving Fascism as it whirled

Spain had endured
From good times to bad
Unsecured to secured
Moving past the dictatorship fad

Reminding me of Don Quixote escapades
One of my favorite operas and books
He is fighting villains on his crusade
There is more going on than it looks

He is fighting a noble fight
To stay pure and true
A beacon of light
And a strong bond or glue

To the noblest of ideals
For all of the needy and depressed
You must hear his appeals
To be brave and pass the test

True to goodness
True to the humanity
True to the truth
True to God

Anything is possible
If you give it your best
Possible and best is compossible
With a holy quest

A holy quest for what is right
Maybe not popular
Pushing back the blight
As a holy swashbuckler

My mind ran through these thoughts
As I sat at Don Quixotes statue
And I was happy to bear the cross
And I remembered and knew

It should all be for God
The number one thing
And it is hard not to be a fraud
But you must cling to the King

No matter what
Or under any circumstance
You know it in your gut
Take a holy stance

For your friends and neighbors
For the born and unborn
God will reward your labors
And you will be reborn

Traveled to London

I am consolidating my notes and pictures into a travel book to Europe. I visited Europe two years ago and I took the train around Europe for twenty-six days. I traveled to eleven countries and visited 22 cities – London, Brussels, Antwerp, Amsterdam, Berlin, Wittenberg, Zurich, Budapest, Warsaw, Vienna, Milan, Paris, Venice, Florence, Rome, Bari, Thessaloniki, Athens, Corinth, Barcelona, Madrid, and New York.

Excert from Book

“Now the tricky part, I had studied how to perform this maneuver, and I knew it would be confusing and chaotic. Yes, it was all that and more.  I was a little punch drunk from the long trip, so it was hard to get my bearings. I am glad that  I downloaded the Citymapper for my android phone. Once I got on the train, I could sit down and open the app, and study on it. I knew where I was going, but it gave me a little more comfort.

I made it to Tower Bridge station and transferred to the District line to get to Notting Hill. Notting Hill was the location that I had picked out for my stay. Everyone remembers the movie Notting Hill and the warm, good vibes it gave you. I understand it is a movie, and it was planned and acted out to perfection. Everything turns out rosy pink in the end, and is that not what we want for our lives. I think so.”