Greetings from the perennial Kaustis visitor came to us in poetic form:
Happiest Days of Summer
were left behind for me,
I enjoyed them for many years,
from which I drew my strength for the journey.
Now fate decided otherwise
completely removed the route from the map.
I don't know if I'll give it a chance
still sometimes find a new route.
Shake the kantele, charm the violin,
In Kaustinen now I can't hear.
Only in memory do they ring softly in my ears,
but the immense amount of tears of pain
cannot be measured on any scale.
If only these tears were chords
they would genuinely ring in my cheeks.
They never let me dry out,
they would be the treasure of my life.
Hilkka-Miljetta Lehto
Lahti