When peering down,
oak wood stairway,
I dream of joyfulness,
that wonderful city,
awaiting me anon,
one might topple,
quite  easily when,
down those steps,
to contain myself,
with excitement,
deeply lying within,
in a heart beating,
at the prospect,
of friendly people,
who one can greet,
and share fellow,
feelings on thoughts,
what zest means,
features known,
often visited and,
regaled by tourists,
poets, artists, natives,
those winding streets,
museums, fountains,
sports arenas, hotels,
amusement centres