This island full of green and blue
With golden beeches and secret lagoons
There hills roll down to the see
Covered with the greenest trees
Pirate came here long ago
To the silver beeches of these shores
But alas they are here no more
The white marble comes from here
And has done so for many years
There people they are proud and strong
Because this island they belong
Steeped in history from the past
To this memory I must add
Sunsets that is beyond belief
Lonely sandy golden beech
Romantic little hamlet towns
To sit in there squares no one around
Just ice cold beer and crickets sounds
And the smell of food all around
Traditional Greek island step into the past
Makes you wonder will it all last
No hustle bustle of the crowd
Just that sound of crickets loud
Thasos Island is the place
To get away from that old rat race
Quite Island in the sun
Should tick the box for everyone
09 07 2010
Thasos
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