I AM CLIMBING THE HILL TO LEKA
POEM BY GILES R MITCHELL (GILES DENMARK)



I am climbing the hill to Leka
Heavy in the scent of flowers
Your thoughts are with me
The olive grove and the vine leaves
Brush the blue sky
Silence wings within me
And I hold the road above the sea.

Walking I pass white lined graves
Two small old women brushing dust
Half drunk glasses of retsina and transistor wails
And soldiers waiting for the invasion.

You whisper to me
I pass the purple flower
Close to the ground under the dry pine groves
And the barks of a dog tied
To white pitched trees.
Leaning against the bend in the road
The white church slants against the hill
The surf rides the rocks
The blue clings to my eyes.

Your thoughts are with me
Heavy in the scent of flowers
And I climb the hill to Leka

Near Karlovassi, Samos, Greece. Sept 13 1976

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