We just returned from our latest round of kayak adventures in the Greek Isles. What a blast! Sometime between the cliff jumping, paddling, hiking and eating--mmmmm, stuffed wine leaves and Greek salad--one of the paddlers on the first ever NWP Santorini trip penned this poem. There's just something about the beautifully colorful and WARM Mediterranean, incredible volcanic landscapes and unmatched Greek hospitality that spurs artistic creativity. Check it out:
Here--the Isles of the Cyclades
Arising from primeval seas.
Isles of laughter, isles of mirth
Encircling Apollo's birth
Like a swarm of rocky bees
Buzzing with volcanic fire,
Quieted how? by History's lyre.
And dreaming 'neath a Grecian sky
Homer's mythic heroes lie
With legends of the heart's desire.
But this special isle of St Irene
Once so fiery, now serene,
Has given us a week of joy.
So every water girl and boy
Gives thanks for days so fresh and clean,
For salty seas, and what has been
The realisation of a dream.
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