leaving is always the hardest part
not knowing if we will ever return
holding tight to all the memories made
as we climb the steps for the long flight home
it was all I had imagined and more
castles and strands, blue skies and rain
medieval banquets, bread dipped in salt for friendship
oh, how I would go back again!
this small country in a big sea
it’s always been part of me
travelling narrow roads and byways
filled with love for this distant land
we were smitten from the start
held enrapt in the palm of their hand
with stories and tales passed down through time
how the locals charmed us
on this trip that we’d scrimped and saved for
not knowing what was in store
filled with anticipation, so we embarked
a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step
© Ginny Brannan 2024
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Write a poem that begins at the end of something, then moves backwards.
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