Where the lake meets the quaint red roofs
Where the water is chill fresh despite intense July heat
Where cloud hangs as if tied atop mountain high
Is the imperious Lago di Garda
As the Peler bounds relentless until it finds the Ora in fine fettle winning the day like the plume of a freshly boiled kettle
The windsurfers and kite surfers enter their domain only too willing to jump on the nature train
Take me there
Let my heart rule my head
Let it’s beauty win the day
Let Lago di Garda have the final say
Jul 4, 2022
Jul 4, 2022 at 9:50 AM UTC
Where the lake meets the quaint red roofs
Where the water is chill fresh despite intense July heat
Where cloud hangs as if tied atop mountain high
Is the imperious Lago di Garda
As the Peler bounds relentless until it finds the Ora in fine fettle winning the day like the plume of a freshly boiled kettle
The windsurfers and kite surfers enter their domain only too willing to jump on the nature train
Take me there
Let my heart rule my head
Let it’s beauty win the day
Let Lago di Garda have the final say
I’m presently holidaying in Limone , Lake Garda and I thought I’d share my pen.
For context there are two winds . From the North the peler and from the South the Ora
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