Idyll
A poem—
with idealistic
olive trees
and a rocky shoreline
engulfs my heart. There are
horses
and donkeys too,
but no cars;
there’s wind to dance with,
and sunlight to kiss;
there are butterflies
to fly with,
but no traffic lights. Ah,
up I run
into the hill—
to own my world!
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2008
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