Born thousands of years ago
but still magnificent, in his prime
Majestic in stance and stature 
he has weathered well, over time

He sees every sunrise  
does not shelter from the midday sun
He basks in the evening sunset glow 
when the day is nearly done 

From his commanding view point 
he can see far across land and sea  
Watching over our Turkish town 
there’s nothing he does not see

In the old days he’d count small fishing boats 
to pass the time of day 
Nowadays it’s huge super yachts 
that dominate the sweeping bay 

His eyes drift over the landscape 
past the old, redundant windmills  
As far and wide as he can see
luxurious villas dot the hills 

There is a new, opulent marina 
so lavish and pristine 
Where the designer shops and nightclubs 
are the places to be seen

There is always something new to view
in this busy little bay 
Transforming and adapting 
shifting and reshaping day by day 

From his seat high up on the hillside 
he wonders as he looks down
Is he the only constant 
of this ever changing Turkish town