POEM PAGE 1.
Kefalonia is many things to me.......
It is........ arriving on a Sunday night,
Taking a first swim from a deserted cove,
Suddenly intoxicated by the scent of jasmine,
The constant chorus of the cicadas,
Hardly believing we are really here!
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It is........ Assos on a rainy morning,
And then Fiskardo in the sun.
Views from the mountains to Argostoli,
Or from the church at Marcopoulo
To Katelios Bay.
Beauty everywhere!
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It is........ the fruit farm at Svoronata,
Being made welcome!
Sitting sipping wine on a terrace
Covered with flowers!
Breakfasts on out balcony with its lovely view,
Eating Effie's fruit - figs, grapes, nectarines,
Feta cheese fresh from the mountain goats.
Effie says we know how to live.
Perhaps we do!
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It is........ feeding the fish at Katelios,
Watching them go mad for
One tiny piece of bread.
It is me, swimming, swimming,
Swimming like a fish myself,
Gliding, floating effortlessly
In this so salty brine.
Looking from the water to the mountains,
While the sun glistens,
Like a thousand diamonds
On the sea!
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