Springtime! How lovely the rains you bring!
Wild weeds cover the fields.
Be careful! The bees, they sting!
The orchards are come alive!
Such aroma fills the air.
Sunny days, clear blue skies.
Quite captivating the view
As thousands of acres bloom
Awaken from winters’ slumber, on cue!
The peach blossom, pink.
The plums, they white.
Row upon row, like a chain’s link.
The workers out in the fields.
Removing excess flowers.
With the long handled rakes they wield.
I watch them work for hours
In their almost mechanical forms.
Under the burning sun, hoping for midday showers.
With coca leaves stuck in their cheeks.
They tirelessly super-human become.
Transplanting tomatoes, onions and leeks.
The aural magic of the aves.
Command the waves of sound.
How lovely it is? Ya tu saves!
At nights these songs change.
As men attend the asado.
To me this music ‘s strange.
Their beats consumed with dancing!
Cumbia, salsa, bachata.
Young and old, cheering prancing!
How I love Argentina!
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Stieve Fernandez
Hello am a 36 year old Jamaican national three years into my journey of creative writing
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Stop! Look! Cast your eyes There to the north Upon the skies Its demeanor is quite wroth! Clouds speed on by Gloomy! Dark! Snowbird cries The last of the ducks Southerly flies Rather late! These flocks. Clouds speed on by For a moment I, lost Looked away into tomorrow The chilled air brought frost. Migrants from the tropic’s sorrow Clouds speed on by Then! As if out of nowhere A soft brittle flake Interrupted my frozen stare Masses following in its wake Clouds tightly packed, cry! Oh my! To mu amuse Could it really be snow? As if not a moment to loose Flakes wave, the wind blows Clouds dark blanket the sky. My face, the victim of my surprise Pressed against the widow Serenity envelops Earth Sea and skies! Colliding flakes, the street light aglow Clouds dark! Blanket the sky. You ok! Of me, asked she But hears no reply I am enslaved, never again free. My fascination I cannot deny Clouds dark! Beguile my eye. Now an hour hat gone by As did four bottles o’ beer ‘Tis still 4:20 why? Oblivious, without a care. Clouds dark! Slowly die Peeling my eyes from the glass Cough! 4:20 throat dry. Another beer! Drink fast! ‘Don’t worry sledding tomorrow’ sigh! Clouds vanish! Wipe my eyes.
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