where the people are pleasantly strange

This desert path I follow,
Ends where the village begins,
The village small and quaint,
Where the people are pleasantly strange,
I ask around the town,
For a place to eat and sleep,
But instead I find,
That they have lost all their sheep.

Words: Mira Sophia

Photography: Antonio

(Disclaimer: I tried to get Mira to change the last line of the poem, but she refused. It is her poem after all, and she finds it amusing… which it is…)

3 thoughts on “where the people are pleasantly strange”

  1. Check out Jingle Poetry Potluck or Thursday Poets Rally via the side bar of my blog, we welcome you to become part of our growing community.
    Share your poetry, feel free to place one unique entry to Thursday Poets Rally week 38,
    And 3 old poems to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 23…hope to see you in.
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    Thanks for reading!
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