some poems

The Pebble Shore

Clamber down the dusty trail
On the lonely side of Petra tou Romiou,
And walk along the pebble shore
As the sea applauds your presence.

It swells and sweeps, then glides away;
A sand-polluted swirl of clockwork foam,
Crackling and slapping in reverberating acclaim
To the magnificence of nature.

You know it's just the fall of sea-torn stones,
But it could be the seabirds calling
Or mighty fireworks celebrating your return,
And your ears will never tire of its sound.