To Donna Skiathos, Greece copyright 1976 by Tracy Marks Because we are unlike the mainland masses, must drink wine salted by the sea, swim in the wind, because we share the silence of  a sun melting into soft rippling circles of placid waters or dropping splashingly into the rough tumble of wind-tossed waters, you are my friend. I feel your friendship in the waves, the rocks, the trees,in moments of sunfire and when grey winds wrap their chilling shawl around our shoulders, binding us to this Sapphic land which opens shores, harbors, hidden coves to those it treasures as we have done.

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