steep yet wide
green and gravely
peppered with pecora
flies and pizzi grass
open to heaven
reaching down to earth
filled to the brim
with lampone and mora
waves of sunshine and wind
thudding children’s feet
drizzling fountains
whistling old men
an occasional camione
a family van
dottore’s ferrari
sounds below on the highway
these are the mountains of Italy
Naphtalia 
This is beautiful. I’ve never been to Italy, but you brought it to life in my mind’s eye. I even caught myself reading the poem in an Italian accent. I particularly like the part about the whistling old men. Few things make me smile more than old men. And I really savored the contrast between “an occasional camione” and “dottore’s ferrari” 🙂
Keep making the world smile!