Memories of England sneak through the waves,
Riding thousands of miles on rough seas.
The beginnings of a quiet life frees
The mind to carry what is in the grave.
To remember the sacrifices made.
The wind chills; the sun tries to help me breathe.
Sometimes it is difficult to believe
All the different gifts I had to trade.
Now I sit in villages streaming white.
My Spanish skin absorbing back and forth
The Spanish sun trying to make it warm.
Amidst the Moorish terraces so wide.
Sometimes it does move my spirit to see
The wind come rushing over this valley.
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Written by Jori Sams
Jori Sams is a Christian author and freelance writer with nearly 2000 published pieces on the Internet, with over 1500 being published by Yahoo. Her books are published through Writeious Books. When she isn’t writing, you can usually find her following the sun…