BATSI

It was early in the

Month of June

I knew my trip

Would end to soon

 

In Batsi town

On Andros isle

I came to rest

And stayed a while

 

The northern isle

In the Cyclades

With sun and sand

And soft sea breeze

 

Bathed in the sun

And in the blue sea

Bathed in the beauty

Of the culture I see

 

I’ll miss the place

And people fare

The scent of herbs

On warm night air

 

The groves and vines

Of differing hues

The hills and valleys

And Aegean views

 

For one last look

I slowly turn

I don’t know when

But I will return