It is a rose
In the middle
Surrounded by bent pillows
In the background
Plays the cello
In a lifetime harmony
*
It is the shading
Of a sparrows
And the cooing
In the willows
Songs sang and carols
Worn words warming me
*
Art is their start
The music from the harp
It plays the main Part
Of the soul
Of the heart
Of their humanity
*
*
“I love you Greece”
Now that they’ve stolen your cloths
Against the crashing of high tide rocks
Locked in romance of each others wit
One hand holding your past
The other is letting go
Art forms the reward
Showing the world how to be bold
Writers with ink filled pens
Painters of coming snow
Ink and paint engages you
Your world was falling slow
Has freed you to go
So arise and go now my friends
Under the bridges of Ano Poli
While love is stuck to your face
While laughter is stuck to your friends
A warm wind replaces
That nastiness of businessmen
We watch the grace of Greece grow
Arise from the seas of peace
We want everyone in Greece to know
We love you Greece
Now that they’ve stolen your cloths
America.
