The rooftops of Italia’s Alps stand neatly in a row <br />And down below a river flows by a road that no-one knows, <br />Puffs of cloud look just like smoke as though the sky’s on fire, <br />They nestle upon these alpine peaks, growing ever higher. <br />A deep crevasse between cold, sharp peaks, where the sun will never kiss, <br />Blackness dwells and looks like Hell in this bottomless abyss. <br />A purple haze is nature’s veil just hanging in the sky <br />And jutting through’s a jagged ridge, dusted down with ice. <br />The road that led to nowhere, where no-one ever goes <br />Just disappeared into the black to where the river flows. <br />Nothing’s left, no life, no sound just the rustling of the breeze <br />As the winds caress this rugged land, whistling in the trees.<br /><br />PAUL COLVIN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-birdseye-s-view/
