Sun-kissed memories
of luscious strawberries
hanging their heads,
lost in rows of green.
Exploring caves
in the valley below
where a temple stands,
beliefs held close.
A yearly ritual begins,
as men and women
dance and bow
drums beat - a slow tempo.
A village girl poses,
eyes filled with hope,
as I promise to send
her first photo.
Riding two horses
Naughty and Rockstar,
we set off to Tableland
our hearts on fire!
Stopping by to see
a lake on a plateau,
a restaurant cave and
an underground tunnel below.
Up and down
on the trampoline,
making friends with a baby,
bouncing together, a smile serene!
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As we bid goodbye
to new friends and homes,
our hearts filled to the brim,
with memories to own.
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