Mexico Poem - April 2008

by Hannah

Walking during the hot days,
Upon cobble stone streets,
Surrounded by hot, sticky, dusty weather,
Spanish people all around,
With smiles,
And greetings upon their lips,
Brick buildings on all sides,
Tall fruit trees,
And bushes everywhere,
Sometimes a little breeze blowing gently across our faces,
Cars driving by,
With loud music playing inside,
Birds perched on trees,
Chirping musically,
The smells of fresh fruits all around,
The day ends with us back at the hacienda safely.