“The Egg” is full of promise and tourists; I stroll the familiar cobble stones, in awe once more
Transported back in time, by the jewel of Flanders, Bruges, the World Heritage city of delight
None so fair, and few so clean, Oh “Belgium Queen;” what more treasures do you have in store
Medieval Gates? The mead of monks? Rides on the Dijver or the view from the towers height
Napoleon did not despoil you, The Keizer chose to keep you chaste and even Hitler left you pure
All the despotic monsters fell victim to your beauty, bowed to your retention of dignity and grace
Caesar built and shored your defenses, the Franks and Hapsburgs added much to your allure
Amid the devastation of the World Wars, with