A View From the Villa
Fantone, we hear your calls
forth from fortress walls.
listen to your fire’s roar,
our hearts prepare for more.
embrace the life of the valley below,
the River Arno’s flow,
the taste of wondrous wines
from the fruits of ancient vines.
heed the call of your fire’s roar
return to let our souls restore.
Fantone, a 300 year old farmhouse that has been remodeled and updated,
was our home away from home for a week. It sleeps at least 12 people
and has modern kitchen and bathroom facilities, but it still gives one
the feeling of stepping back in history. For instance, we discovered
an ancient baking oven on the terrace which I am sure could hold at
least 20 pizzas at a time! If only those walls could talk . . .
ancient oven built of stone
on the hilltop all alone.
whispers the history of long ago
village of Poppi wakes below.
“Gone are the bambinos of yesterday,
cries of delight as they romp and play
the shadow of olive trees,
laundry waving in the breeze.
Gone are the nonnos, napping in the sun,
for the smell of a new baked bun.
lengthy lines on their furrowed faces
of their youth and faraway places.
Gone are the nonnas, kneading the dough
letting it rise in the fire’s glow.
chatter and chirp like hurried hens,
Clucking while cleaning their precious pens.”
Yes, an ancient oven built of stone
on the hilltop, all alone.
Everywhere we looked in Poppi we saw laundry hanging out to dry, some
of it attached to intricate pulley systems from one window to another.
Quilts and rugs hung on balcony railings to welcome the refreshing air
of a sunny day. We were no exception up the hill in Casa Fantone . . .
on the line,
with the breeze,
“buon giorno” to the olive trees!
The Dolce Vita
roofs and cobbled streets
the sound of strolling feet;
built of native stone,
colored flowers, nurtured and grown;
Shutters of green, thrown open some days
welcome the warmth of the morning rays;
Pastoral pastures, wagon loads,
Traversing the narrow, winding roads.
Poppi is serene and slow.
stop and listen, and then you’ll know!
shopping basket on her arm,
buys the harvest from the farm.
and onions, chunks of cheese,
gathered from hillside bees,
and sausage and pasta and more.
feast we have in store!
eggs in a basket,
Prosciutto and bread,
bottles of wine . . .
full and fed!
Flying in Fantone
little girls, swinging in the breeze,
hammocks hung between the trees.
nothing like a Tuscan day
swing and sway the hours away!
little girls, swinging toward the sky,
Captured by the feeling that they can fly!