Our Turkish Home

poem by: Alex McEwan
Written on Jun 15, 2013


From our street with church and spire
We leave our home in Lancashire
To reach our Turkish hideaway
Manchester airport is the gateway

Five hours later we touch down 
Faces around us olive brown
Forty minutes we travel by car
The block is in view here we are 

Key in the lock opens the door
As we have done many times before
Marble floors polished and cool
Shorts on and lay by the pool

No unpacking to be done
Six glorious months just begun
 Beer from the fridge cold as ice
I get used to this, it’s rather nice

Sunday bazaar bartering prices
Everything bought right down to spices
Go to the beach a swim in the sea
We love our Turkish home you see


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greg woods commented:
Sounds nice Alex.

 

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