Summoned by Hills




Sun kissed beaches cooled by cobalt blue seas
Palms sway as might a willow soporific ın the breeze
Hibiscus and Borgainvillia comforts gently all around
Carpet like covering, spreading, beautifying the ground
Sheltered by the limestone hills of the Besparmak mountain range
Guarding for many a millenia, watching all the change.


Imagine now the Five Fingers mountain, extendıng hands and arms
Holding you as might a Father comfortıng against life`s harms
Mosques and Churches standing side by side for four hundred years or more
Mixed faiths in harmony be they rich or poor
Muezzen and Church bells sing the self same song
God is God and loves us all; in Whom we all belong.


Ancient forts dominate yet reminds of past and present strife
Yet this wounded isle recovers and continues on in life
For as the sun rises in the morning granting gentle light
It leaves us in the evening bestowing peaceful night
And the palms sway as might a willow soporific in the breeze
The beaches caressed and cooled as ever by translucent, cobalt seas.










Chris Green
9th December 2008. Girne.

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Excellent write....

What a beautiful painting!

The Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus is more than just my spiritual home, it is my adopted home; such a pity I am serving what it tantamount to internal exile in the UK at the moment! Happily,I continue my connections given that I write in both Turkish and Turk-Cyp media each week.