Tell us, you stones! O speak, you towering spires!
Avenues, say a word! Spirits of the land, why so silent?
All things should be alive in die Stadt der 7 Türme,
Old Quebec, and spicy Barcelona, but remain still.
Who could tell it better, offer us the local color?
How may we hear words that beguile us more?
A modern-day Quixote, tilting at Kansan water towers,
Raconteur of Coolidge, Ticonderoga, Montcalm,
And of the river Dakotans called Makato Osa Watapa,
He’s the wanderer, blogging insights along the way.
Observing plain and palace, ruin and prominence,
Like a serious man making sensible use of a journey,
With his magic, he turns all into spellbinding account,
Regaling us of distant ways as he talks his walks.
Though a whole globe is out there, without Dave,
The world isn’t the world, and Paris can’t be Paris!
© 2022, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
