“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page” Saint Augustine
Porvoo, the city of old
The old town of Porvoo
A home away from home
Flew there like a crow
Stated ,when in Rome…
Found the nearest cafe
Which was close to the bay
Enjoyed the sunny day
Until turn of eve
When it was time to leave
“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home” Matsuo Basho
Porvoo
The colours
Of the old town
Will turn
An upside frown
Into a huge smile
When staying a while
In the historic city
Of Porvoo
Colourful old buildings
Even graffiti for the chilling
Some of them may be tilting
Life nothing if not thrilling
Rantings Of A Third Kind 