Upon Portugal’s shores, I cast my gaze,
Where time’s embrace hath left its ancient trace,
A thousand years, as if in a time’s maze,
I find myself in awe of this grand place.
The golden sun, with its eternal kiss,
Awakens echoes of a distant age,
The cobblestone streets, a timeless abyss,
Whisper tales of an antique, bygone stage.
In Lisbon’s hills, I find a world untamed,
With castles perched above the Tagus’ flow,
A land where history and dreams are famed,
In every ancient stone, they seem to glow.
Oh, Portugal, where time itself rewinds,
In awe and wonder, in your grace, one finds.
Hayden Coombs 