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.))
