The beautiful big expanse of water
Baked hot in the mid July sun
It spans the border I to Switzerland
But it’s so Italian
The colour
The richness
The food
The unexpected
The exuberance of the Italian language
Talking with the hands
The language almost a song.
On a hot day in July on Lago Maggoria
Paradise found
In Italy
Worth a kings ransome
The Kings hunting ground
Gifted to the people in 1922
Italy’s oldest national park
Nestled at the end of the Conge Valley
Paradise found
In Milton’s epic poem Paradise Lost he regrets the loss of innocence and in some ways the loss of beauty to sin and greed.
Gran Paridiso is the opposite to that natural beauty returned to the people.
