On the Eve of Traveling to the Land of My Ancestors

by Ronald A Pavellas

Fair Hellas, Greece
Heroic, Homeric land

I have seen you only through the words of others
Rocky soil, clear waters, crumbling ruins

Will I have the same sense of the alien
As when I first saw and smelled the Far East?

Or will my corpuscles recognize
The smells and sounds my ancestors lived with?

I know the food and drink and music from my family
But the hills and sands and waters I have not directly tasted

The ancient Mediterranean awaits me
We will be reunited


Posted on 02/01/2002
Copyright © 2022 Ronald A Pavellas

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