I remember you, Puerto Rico
With the green spread-out jagged mountain range
And the multicolored birds flying about, chirping
From Flamboyán to Flamboyán tree.
I remember you,
Open to the life-giving blood of torrential rain.
I went away, but I keep coming back to you;
To the Guanajibo river, now asleep,
To the Urayoán mountains, catacomb quiet,
To the bustling streets, ant-like procession of cars,
In the middle of town, where history was made,
To the Piragua stand, oozing tamarind syrup on shaved ice,
To the 3 o’clock hot cup of black coffee, freshly brewed,
To the aroma of baked bread smothered with butter,
its warm aroma wandering around captivating my nostrils,
To the mango tree down the street, weighted down, up to
The crown with fist-size juicy treats.
To the lazy wind evenings laying in a hammock, suspended,
Fast asleep, dreaming, on the porch, until the sun reaches
Out and wakes me up with its hot fingers on my face.
I wake up, refreshed, and happy, to be here
In my little island country, Puerto Rico.
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Author:
rrodriguez (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is just a glimpse of my little island of Puerto Rico. I wrote it thinking of the times I scampered around the mountains, the beaches, towns, and rivers.
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Comments4
Your vivid description of the beauty of your homeland makes me feel like I"m there, tasting it, seeing it, feeling it. It is a treat for the senses.
Bella, thank you for reading and commenting on my poem. Hey, I would've liked my granddaughter to be named Bella, but she was named Aria. LOL
I wrote a poem for my little Aria, A rose in bloom. I invite you to read it.
Sounds so beautiful,and smells delicious,you paint a very beautiful and mouth watering picture my friend
Thank you Orchid for reading my poem and commenting on it.
Beautiful visualisation rr.
Andy
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