By Andrew R. Duckworth
I remember the deep blue waters
Around the island of Capri-
Ripping at the rocky coast
And back among the sea.
I sat upon the deep blue waters
As they carried me
To the coves of turquoise walls
Of the island of Capri.
And up the mountain I traversed
To look upon with glee
The Italian island paradise
That my mind won’t flee.
And yet, I’ve flown away
To return another day.