Two Sonnets - Cyprus

Cliff Walk by the Officers’ Mess, Episkopi I sit and watch the sunset warm the sea Turn clouds golden and haze each cliff and hill I hear grey doves call and I see a hooded crow, But the griffon vulture is evasive still. I am an early knight and this is now my quest To spot the bird so heraldically named. Instead blackbirds sing, their golden notes expressed, Sparrows twitter, and the evening is claimed For smaller fry, among them me, spring visitor, Bringing English meanings to what I see As we have always brought to southern shores, The isles of Greece and the wine-dark sea. I’m ready now for my long journey home, And those migrations that are yet to come. The Drive To Ay Nik Primary Schoo

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