Roman vision   What would Hadrian say? Feline intruders stalk his ground Diners look amused. Pentelic stones are lit in golden white Bats flit through the trees Owls screech their warnings. Where is his city now? Blocks have fallen In Plaka, his Hellenic Dream.   By the Tower of the Winds September 2001
Photograph and poem © David Gill, 2001	This page was created by David Gill on 4 November 2001