Treasures of the Andes

Within the Andes golden rim
I gazed afar, and caught a dream,
It filled me with bold, treasures gleam,
What guarded jewels there resides? —

Sliver and copper, stone and clay,
Building blocks, for herds and dwellings,
And farms of cows, lamb and llamas
With turkeys, chickens and camels, —

Up, the narrow and moonlit pass
Where twilight, is now, far ablaze
With dimness shadows comes the haze
With its mass, impervious cast

Splendid and thrilled these treasures shone,
With echoes, from shifting winds,
Eternal autumn, for my soul, —
Offer the Andes, from its treasures.


#1378/Dedicated to Mayra, at the café, El Parquetito’s; and Enrique H. 7/7/2006


Note: I have been in the Andes twice, and will be in August for my third time; while sitting at the Café with my brother in law, and wife on the 7th of July 2006, I thought about the Andes, and it peacefulness. I asked him, Enrique: why he loved the Andes so much, since he lives right beyond them, and must go through them to get to Lima, actually, they surround his city I suppose you could say, Huancayo. What I gathered, besides a way of life, which is different than from the big city where he was raised, was love and peace. Here in the Andes and beyond, in the Mantaro Valley where Huancayo is, you are surrounded by this frame of mind, the Andes injects this into ones blood.