Poems of Greece

Town in the Aegean Sea
Town in the Aegean Sea | Source
A fisherman cleaning his nets.
A fisherman cleaning his nets. | Source

Whenever I Travel


By A. Gagliardi

Whenever I travel, I dream of lives not lived in places I’ve never been. I wonder about the other me, and things I might have done. I think of things I could have done or things that still may be, if glimpses of another me become reality.



I plan a life around a place with faceless folk I’d know, if all the money in the world was at my disposal. I would do the things I think need done and sing a pretty tune. I glimpse a life of riches, of effort or of pain. I think the thoughts of foreigners and past lives lived again.



Then wondering about our house, the garden and the bush, I dream a life in a new land, & plan it in a rush. I plant the seeds and build the house and instantly am flush.



When as my eyes turn homeward and see the life I’ve lived. I think there’s still a chance to change, to capture what new lands bring. I remember deeds undone, and accomplishments to do and then I realize my life belongs back home and here with you.



And so, I sigh a gentle sigh and grasp my life anew and say hello to yesterday and to these dreams adieu.







Enjoying a moment at rest in the Aegean Sea.
Enjoying a moment at rest in the Aegean Sea. | Source
I am enjoying sailing under the capable hands or our captain.
I am enjoying sailing under the capable hands or our captain. | Source

Sailing

by A. Gagliardi

‘Twas never goal nor appetite

To sail the deep with caps of white,

But when the opportune came ‘round

I grasped the golden ring I’d found.


I always wished for terra firma

For mountains full and lush

To spend my leisure hours

Upon the hillside with full bush


Or better yet a country home

Complete with cow and lamb,

Or perhaps small goat or hen.

How happy there, I am.


But go, I did unto the sea

upon a sturdy boat, of course.

I rocked upon the bouncing waves

And rode the current like a horse.


the calm evening air.

There is really nothing like watching the sun go down over the sea while sipping cocktails and nibbling on tapas.
There is really nothing like watching the sun go down over the sea while sipping cocktails and nibbling on tapas. | Source

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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

Oh, the sea, the beautiful sea. How I miss growing up around it...


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agaglia 3 years ago Author

aviannovice, did you grow up by the sea? which one? thanks for reading my stuff - and for commenting


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aviannovice 3 years ago from Stillwater, OK

I grew up off Dyer's Bay, Steuben, Maine which fed from the Atlantic Ocean(Downeast Maine).


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agaglia 3 years ago Author

Aviannovice, It is cooler than Greece, but by the sea is by the sea. Nature renews us. I am renewed by the forest.


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Writer Fox 3 years ago from the wadi near the little river

Beautiful country!


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agaglia 3 years ago Author

Hi Writer Fox. Glad to have you visit my site.

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