An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Bocce in the Sand

Balls of red, green, yellow and blue
We are divided into two teams of two.
Sweating, laughing, and getting tanned
We get ready to play Bocce in the sand.

Nonno and Bia aim to win the game
but Jonathan and Nicholas aim the same.
Il pallino is cast with the toss of a hand
the battle begins of Bocce in the sand.

At first it's close, the excitement is growing
with each Bocce ball they are throwing.
The teams are determined to each withstand
the drama enfolding during Bocce in the sand.

But with skill, dexterity, and a little grace
Nonno and Bia soon take first place.
People watching thought it was grand
and cheered for the champions ... of Bocce in the sand.

~from the files of very bad poetry by Bia

6 comments:

tiziana said...

Maria, sei la mia poetessa preferita.
Anch'io e Chiara ci scriviamo quasi ogni giorno una poesia, a volte ridicola, a volte un po' più seria.
Che sia il nostro DNA italiano?
CIAO godetevi il mare, il vento, il sole e lo stare insieme.
PS: chi ha giocato con Timothy?

GrandmaK said...

Have only played bocce once and had a grand time but I fear I have forgotten the play. So glad you had a good time! Cathy

Ellen Stewart (aka Ellie/El/e/Mrs. Seaman) said...

It rivals "Casey at the Bat."

Lisa said...

:) Love it! The poem -- and the very idea of Bocce in the sand! (Wish I had a beach nearby!)

Ua said...

I'm sure the bocce game was accompanied by Bia's evil giggles that got louder and louder as she began winning... by cheating. HA! Bia and Nonno? I would NEVER trust such a team!

angie_lu101 said...

My husband and I played in an indoor bocce league while I was pregnant with my son. It was fun, but we weren't very good. We have a set for home, but our yard is not level enough.