Upon yon shores of Portugal so fair
I took my daughter, precious as the morn
To listen to Fado’s nolstagic air
In Lisbon’s streets where ancient tales are born
With Azulejos, a new journey’s grace
I led my child, a vision to behold
In colors bright, on walls, they found their place
A story told in tiles, a sight of old
To castles ancient, my young son and I
Did venture forth, ‘neath skies of azure hue
In tales of knights and battles, we did sigh
Within those ancient walls, so strong and true
In Portugal’s grasp, our memories cling
A tapestry of love, our hearts take wing
Hayden Coombs 