Pondering at the sky today I look again to the beauty of the sea, And again at the crushing purpling of the Mountain, At the image of things repeated, Comforting to the mind and memory, Capturing lost Silver, and moving Perfectly to the Noonday sun. The green matting on the earthen floor, Requests a Siesta, for this hour, In the backdrop, on the Silver sand, A white maw stands near vegetation. Harbour towns have lived here once, And fisherlasses have hauled the mesh, And bustling busy were our lasses, When harbour towns were our best. Mention then, the salted fish, And serve her then, on this ones platter, The raindrops arrive sometimes unexpected, And we awake refreshed most from the Siesta.
Reason for writing:
Mexico was experiencing bother by illegals and poverty towns were being broadcast via cable. This is imagery that attempts to throw the scenery of Mexico into healthy mode of standards and interests.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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