Funchal Farewell Poem by Neil Crawford

Funchal Farewell



Busy, bustling little city
stretches, yawns and winks
at her flitting lover of a moon.

One canine choir master
conducts the others in their own
dog dawn chorus.

Portuguese Navy boat,
grey, cartoon flat against
shifting, myriad blues of sea.

Stepping reluctantly onto waiting'plane
I find, while I can leave Funchal,
Funchal cannot leave me.

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Neil Crawford

Neil Crawford

CHESTER, ENGLAND.
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