Last Return

With the dry taste of salt in my mouth,
I know we’re close.
Watching as the green and yellow hills rolled gracefully by us,
I impatiently stir in my uncomfortable seat.
Harmless grazing cows dot the flowing hills.
Leaning out the wide-open window
as if every inch that puts me closer, counts.

Slowly driving by the small simple green house
who feeds the shy foxes,
while eagerly listening for their distinct howl.
Turning a smooth corner
reveals the lonely dark green of a shallow forest.
One last turn,
and the gloomy green opens up to the refreshing countryside,
lined with the familiar green and white of crops budding to life.

Off in the distance I see it,
hidden amongst the deep green keepers
surrounded by soft, gentle meadows .
It stands like a secret beauty
stored away between faded yellow rolling hills,
the towering chalky red cliffs containing
the deep blue menace determined to devour the poor innocent island.
This, a true beauty reserved all to myself.

Until the dreadful day where everything changed,
and I lost that beautiful hidden home
to a pair of hopeful buyers.