Arsiero, Asiago, Half a hundred more, Little border villages, Back before the war, Monte Grappa, Monte Corno, Twice a dozen such, In the piping times of peace Didn't come to much.
Maybe The falter of her step Will trigger a Mini tsunami. But There still is The sound of gravel hitting stone And Brick upon brick; Reconstruction means Beautiful noise, too.
She'll cause the world to Stop and stare Either way.