POEM PAGE 2.
It is........ the boat trip
Watching dolphins jumping by our side.
Wading through clear blue waters
To the hot red sands.
And then the barbecue,
Good food and wine,
Laughter in the sun.
Finally, covered in therapeutic mud,
Feeling it drying on our skin,
Being a child again!
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It is........ driving down a winding road
To Kyriaki, that exquisite bay,
And swimming from a lonely beach
In this amazing turquoise sea.
Then the taverna,
Eating fresh-caught fish,
Washed down with a delightful wine.
We teach the fisherman the word 'delicious'
And make him smile!
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It is........ the moon dancing over Lassi hill
And us, visiting St. Gerassimos' cave
And finding it deserted.
Kneeling for a moment there
And feeling suddenly at one
With all the people through the ages
Who have knelt here,
Praying for their families,
Praying for a miracle.
Kefalonia is knowing
Miracles can happen here!
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But holidays must reach an end!
A final swim from Makris Yialos beach,
Its calm, still waters crystal clear.
Sad music plays from the Oasis bar.
And from the plane,
Just one more view
Of Rabbit Island and of Xi,
Then on towards the snow-capped Alps
And home once more!
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