I Have Traveled In A Circle.

Poem By Anthony Foster

I have travelled in a circle through France Portugal and Spain,
Perhaps one day in the future I will travel this route again,
A reason for memories no time for great regrets,
Tonight I find myself back home again happy it gets no better than this.

I have basked on sun drenched beaches,
Then played in the breaking surf,
Wandered the goat paths in the mountains,
With Roman ruins as witness to civilizations past,

I have been to the end of the known world,
From where Portugese explorers set forth,
With no charts or maps to guide them,
Strength, intellect and courage was their worth,

I have viewed the sun over North Africa,
Tasted and breathed the Saharen dust,
Viewed a perfect Spanish landscape,
Ruined by developement and greed.

We spent some time with family,
Then charted our Northward route,
After crossing a few mountain ranges,
Homeward boundwards was the route that we took,

As tonight I finish this poem,
From the shores of the Isle of Wight,
We have had so many adventures,
But being home is a pure delight.

Comments about I Have Traveled In A Circle.

A nice path your journey led through, expressed so well through your poetic vision. Fine rhythm and imagery, thanks for sharing! Best wishes. A.
I have travelled in a circle through France Portugal and Spain, Perhaps one day in the future I will travel this route again, .....vivid description of journey and willingness to travel.... beautiful write.... read mine full circle &butterflies around
May not be finished Anthony but looking good already...great journey...Fi 10++++

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