Homesick ?

Gone are the morning walks on a warm Greek beach,
Goodbye to the olive groves, their leaves sun bleached.
Back to the countryside with fields all bare
Now morning walks are brisk with a chill in the air.

Daisy and I dance through fields damp from mist,
Spider webs hang off the weeds that exist.
Hunters are heard in the distance shooting their prey,
Daisy and I make sure we keep well away!

Tractors leave marks on the dark muddy soil
Gone are the crops that grew to make oil.
Winter is here, our fur coats now grow thick
Perhaps for Greece I grow a little homesick!