Algarvian April

A poem about the Algarve, a picturesque region in the south of Portugal, where part of my family hails from.

There is a place

Sometimes bliss

But not in the summer

When it's overrun by Brits

The sun-baked land

of my ancestors' spirits

I've forgotten sun cream

So again I blend

With the cliffs

I could be here forever

Under the pine's loving palm

and the palms could be mine

Maybe it's my ancestors calling

"Come home!

Come home!

You've been missed."

The life I'm fit for

is an Algarvian bliss

Your caves, your coasts

stretch for miles long

But before I know it

I'm once again gone