On the Eve of Traveling to the Land of My Ancestors by Ronald A PavellasFair 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
07/21/1988 Posted on 02/01/2002 Copyright © 2025 Ronald A Pavellas
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