THERE ON THE ROAD � Tom ([email protected]) Fruits and vegetables on the sidewalk, Salamis, rounds of cheese, loaves of home-baked bread inside. That is what I saw as into the village I entered, A small Italian village which I was walking to. Just a wide place in the road, And tired I was indeed, for a long walk I had made, As I journeyed overland, Journeyed toward Milan. And there was a small, really old house, A small house beside the road, just setting there, And it was a small market, the rural kind, And so I did stop and look around, some lunch to buy. And the lady running it, was old and whiskers had, But she was so sweet. As Georgio, her husband came out, "A-morning, young fellow", he did say to me, "A-morning, young fella. Some melon would you like?" I smiled and we did sit, there beside the road, At the little house, the house, the market, their home, And as he pulled out a long folding knife, A melon he did cut, and then we began to talk. We sat and chatted for two hours, there beside the road, And as we did, others came and bought some goods, they did. And then I said I had to go and I asked how much I owed? Georgio, looked at me and smiled, that pleasant smile he had. "You were a guest of mine, and I enjoyed our talk. So with God you go, and say hello and smile as you walk on down the road. And when to Milano you get, You tell them Georgio did send you on, with a fond hello." That was many years ago, oh yes it was, And I will always remember that small house, With its foodstuff, and friendliness, There beside the road. This page hosted by Get your own Free Home Page Free search engine submission and placement services!