Three Poems

By

Paul Curtis

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 huesThe hills and valleys

And Aegean views

For one last look

I slowly turn

I don’t know when

But I will return

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A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A TOURIST

Breakfast on the waterfront

Al fresco in the morning air

Eleven-ish in the Medusa bar

An ice cream perhaps to share

Walking the beach together

Playing and having fun

Then head for Agia Marina

For lunch with Stavros at one

Find a quiet sheltered spot

And siesta under shady tree

Then cocktails at the Koala

Beginning at half past three

Tottering home to the villa

A well-earned rest required

Refreshed and showered

A quayside café is desired

Satisfied and glowing after

Greek cuisine to drink and dine

Nightcaps at the Paradise bar

Brandy or a glass or two of wine

Returning to the villa happily

For a good nights rest at last

The last thought as eyelids fall

I wonder what’s for breakfast

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WALK ABROAD

I’ve been to places far and wide

And had to put my prejudice aside

I’ve done many things to survive

To keep my body and soul alive

I once played a game of snooker

In a place called Banyaluca

I fought a Sumo wrestler and won

In the land of the rising sun

I dated a girl who was very loud

In the land of the long white cloud

I played table tennis or ping-pong

In the territories of Hong Kong

Suffered the Welsh and there grumbles

While holidaying in the mumbles

And got a case of Delhi belly

While on a short visit to Tripoli

But no matter where I have gone

I've always been rained upon

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