Village of Delphi
Serene the sleepy village appears,
houses perched on steep hillsides
overlooking deep, forested gorges
among a sea of silent pines green.
Shops and stores face each other
across its narrow, one-lane street,
where grizzled men sip their ouzo
in some tavern’s outdoor benches.
Oh, just to commune with god Apollo
high above those lofty Grecian peaks
while clouds kiss the mountaintops
and the wind to the trees whispers.
Coming to a little place like Delphi
nestled amidst breathtaking beauty
where time stands so perfectly still
is to touch the face of the Almighty.
Copyright © Wilfredo Derequito | Year Posted 2007
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