For those of you who enjoyed the above captioned poem, I must admit to many typos throughout this poem. Guess I was in too big of a hurry and didn't proof my work. Anyone wanting a corrected copy I will send to them as an attachment. Again I am sorry for the errors. I fell in love with Scipio when I visited there in 1990, 1991 and 1992. And am hoping someday to make it back again. My great grandfather is the John Waughtel in the poem. My grandfather Rome and his siblings were born there. It has a special meaning to me. Thanks again. Antoinette waughtel@oz.net