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
