Thursday, March 31, 2011

The Poem: At Santa Eulalia Rio

The Eulalia Rio—is wild today—

white waters high, rapidly

slapping, rushing, leaping everywhichway

from bank to bank, and then some.

On the mountain skirts—

the village of Santa Eulalia resides

cuddled by the Andes of Peru!

I love the smooth sound of the Rio

as it passes me by,

the warm sun, warming my old bones

of the late morning,

makes me feel alive—

A butterfly, flies by, a bee

is busily, buzzing nearby—

Another day, just another day

to be alive…

(that’s how it is this morning

at San Eulalia Rio).

No: 2919 ((3-26-2011) (11:11 a.m.))