Rebecca has asked us to write a poem of 14 lines. It is a give away what country I am in.
'My' Strange land
Needle leaves giving shade to
A fathomless sea melting into sky
Where is deepest thought?
Sand course but golden, round a castle wall,
Where has time gone? (sand in a timer/ or events in history)
Lavender, dog rose, broom
Hairy canary and golden fleece
From where and when?
People speaking words they understand
Eating p-ell- and t-rt-ll-
This is not my home
This is their home
I'm their stranger
In our beautiful world.
Sandy
ROADS WE TRAVEL AND DESTINATIONS REACHED 
Well done. Evocative. Like the timer bit.
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Thank you Shelly. 🤗This was the second attempt. The first one was too sad but in my opinion better.
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You are a lady of many talents Sandyđź‘Ź Love your poem
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Thank you for liking my poem. Age turns life into an “essence!” Another hug!
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Thanks for the great mystery. I’m still donning my Sherlock’s cap. I have an idea but am not yet sure it’s right…
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Oh Rebecca so glad you read my poem. I will soon see that lovely, exotic church with a light . Do you remember posting about it? I am in a country you love.
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Oh, well done, you’re in Spain!
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Just loving it to bits. Which bit most I am not sure.
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Fantástico!
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