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Poem to Greece 

By Christian Wills

Just a lone creator Trapped in my mind with nothing to do Until

you gave me that special offer I gotta admit it was a bargain but

I Was skeptical cuz I told you this was my first time I ain’t never

been this high before Never been high in my life All above the clouds

in a puff of smoke Seemed like you’d take me around

the world with how this feels And all the promises you made

But I landed right where I needed to be 

Gotta admit, it was hard being up there But you pulled me by the heartstrings when

my feet had planted Studying the language of the people when my lips started

dancing As I’m, frantically prancing around these narrow city streets Could barely go straight with this sidewalk that we walk on But ya endless supply of fruit trees and

cats that crawl upon my knees And wind that sings with every breeze that you

breathe makes me feel at ease I’m complete, unlike ya ancient ruins and architect

that oddly makes me feel at home 

Even then, I’m flying low and slow with the internet speed Call it jet lagged Packed bags zipped to the eyes that I can’t call to attention Sitting in this class almost

napping, dozing off on papers And lectures that told me ya land gained a new name

in 1830 Yet my people couldn’t call themselves free during that time I’ll get to that later... Stick to the subject, don’t embarrass your self in public We in Greece, if I pull

you over we might end up eating thirds next to the marketplace Or face to face with a

sunset so orange it’ll make a citrus go jealous Don’t take that palm for granted, reach for that burning star and know this clearly 

That winding road you turn and accompany is a friendly one Free from the hustle and bustle of the State’s struggle Even coffee is made to be drank in spades Relax, entertain, and eat a small slice of heaven before you go Cuz that food is to die for, I’d surely take a bullet for it, wouldn’t you? Here in this wonderful motherland where small businesses thrive and graffiti art is alive Mountaintop views tell stories as fast as the eye can see You ain’t even gotta listen, just look and you can hear it, taste it, smell it, love it, hate it, Crave it, change it, save it, or better yet...embrace it Cuz Greece, it’s gonna be hard to look back A part of me could never leave it 

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