Our Beloved Bergamo
by Courtney Bogaard
The cobblestone roads run like veins
They wind their way past buildings painted with
Like magic it turns our little town into a fairytale
Guarded by high Roman walls
Fortifying, protecting our beloved city,
Our fairytale hilltop village forever growing
As it draws you in and takes your breath away
with beauty at every corner.
But the true heart of it all, is its people.
Despite the darkest times they smile,
When deprived of lots they still give.
This is our home.
This is our Bergamo..