I love this place
with its steep cliffs
above the blue ocean
and the thunder of the waves
crushing on the rocks
green valleys beyond wavy ridges
I see peasants on the fields
picking up the crops
I see them milking their cows
before pausing for their simple
meals
Of bread and cheese
I see them coming back to their
houses
To take their much needed rest
When the night closes in
(c) April 1998, Roberto Borgia - All Rights Reserved
(M) - I see -
I see this place
with its steep cliffs
as day begins its birth
I see the blue ocean
crushing on the rocks
and hear the thunderous waves
I see peasants on the fields
picking crops and milking cows
pausing for their simple meal
I see the distant pastures
green valleys beyond wavy ridges
where sun begins to set
I see the return to their houses
to take a much needed rest
as night closes in
(c) April 1998, Roberto Borgia&Mr Joe - All Rights Reserved
(M) - I see -
I see this distant place
with precipitous cliffs
as day begins its birth
I see the blue ocean
bringing thunderous waves
crashing upon the rocks
I see the field's peasants
picking crops, milking cows
then pause for simple meals
I see distant pastures
green valleys, wavy ridges
where sun begins to set
I see the return home
to take a much needed rest
as night closes in
(c) April 1998, Roberto Borgia&Mr Joe - All Rights
Reserved
(M) - I see -
I see this faraway place
with its steep cliffs
as day begins its birth
I see the blue ocean
and hear the thunderous waves
crushing upon the rocks
I see peasants on the fields
picking crops and milking cows
then pause for simple meals
I see the distant pastures
green valleys beyond wavy ridges
where sun begins to set
I see the return to their houses
to take a much needed rest
as night closes in
(c) July 1998, Roberto Borgia&Mr Joe - All Rights
Reserved