As lizards rustle leaves on the warm earth,
Azure sky above and sea below likewise,
Sand clouds from the Sahara shroud el Bailadero,
And a lone locust survivor
Is all that's left of the swarm
That flew from distant lands.
In the heather forest is a cool trail
For the lone walker,
Who sees and hears it all.
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This poem is one of a series I wrote on a recent visit to Tenerife, which is my favorite place in the world and I am delighted to have become a regular writer for the Tenerife News. Here's a gallery of holiday photos. |