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A Secret Escape To A Heavenly Ancient Place
Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.
Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that place
A world away in that distant land few
Have ever been
Or ever seen
We'll sail away together
On calm tranquil seas
The wind in our sails
Hair streaming in a warm
Soothing breeze
Eventually, we reached land
Take a train
To a crowded commercial town
A sea of ugly concrete
And cheap hotels
Where tourists drink till the sun goes down
We bypass the harsh polluted noisy din
To take a detour
Following winding snaking path
For a day or, maybe more
Through mountain passes
Rough trails
And sweeping valleys
A carpet of lush vibrant green
Hills and vale
As the hot sun perched hanging
From an ultra blue unblemished clear sky
Finally, we reached our destination
High up with enjoying breathtaking panoramic vistas
Of tiny terracotta-roofed whitewashed
Homes dotted in rows
Set against a clear emerald drifting lapping sea
We climb down a well worn
Sandstone steps
What we see before us is
A timeless idle
Snug hidden fishing village
Bright orange balls and yellow ovals
Hang heavy upon green shimmering
In a rustling whispering breeze
Along with ripened regimental olive groves
Pear and apple trees
In the harbour
Piles of ropes and fishing nets
Loiter the key
Where a small flotilla of fishing boats
Idlely waiting to go back to sea
The locals know what hard work is
In a hot sun at harvest time
Donkies follow the leader
Weighed down with strapped baskets
Of peeping produce
Climbing upward and onwards
Steep hills
There is a quaint small market
Selling fresh fish
Shellfish crabs
Fruit and Vege
The elderly retired locals
Sit in shade
Lost in yesterdays.
The inhabitants know well what hard work is
But they also
How to rest and enjoy the pleasant evenings
And let their hair down
They all sit down together
Enjoying a plentiful hearty meal
Wine and olive oil flow
And there a family feel
After they have finished
They gather around the cool fountain spray
Bow their heads and pray
Then the fun begins
Children around in bare feet
Giggling as they go
Musicians play accordions and mandolins strum their guitars
Dance in a circle holding hands and sing
The young flirt and fall in love
A heavenly oasis lost in another world
Living simply
Not corrupted
Pure as snow
Like they always have
In Harmony
Since the first foundations
Were laid down unknown centuries ago
Hope, you enjoyed your escape
The dream is over
And now
You can now awake.
The dream is possible if you have hope
Strong heartfelt faith
And devotion
Then it won't be my hand you take
But God's.
Copyright ©
Peter Dome
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