Alonnisos © 2008 Tom Gowanlock

Steep winding lanes,
A whitewashed maze,
From behind a wall,
A lone donkey brays

Hillsides covered by trees that bear
The scent of jasmine, olives and prickly pear,
Waves of crystal blue water ebb
Onto the rocky shores that edge

This golden fringed Hellenic gem,
Which, except by our marine and feathered friends,
Is reached only by boat, but at no loss
As isolated and lonely, that is Alonnisos!