To Castello It Calls

To Castello, it calls

By H.D. Wiels

Modest heat encases us. En route to Castello? He ponders , where he is
not invited. A stiff no sets him staight. Back on our path we set.
Shaking off wrong doers and those wishing us ill will. Mother where are

we off to now? I sniffle as though for to long I have been led astray.
Castello, .....it calls . she says looking deep into the rolling hills.

I peer into the beige landscape hopping to catch a glimspe of this
place
that holds this unknown alure upon mother. She graces me with a smile
as we trek farther into the distance.