Today is Poetry Friday. I decided to write about Santa Fe, New Mexico as that is where my husband and I just went on vacation. My posted poems are never fine-tuned, so I hope you find it acceptable. But, along that vein, I think that it might be interesting to pull my poetry posts (not all on Fridays) to work on tightening them up. The other project I am considering is writing a compilation of poems on place. I think that would be really enjoyable! What do you think?
Surrounding Santa Fe
Oh, Santa Fe, Santa Fe
I would like to take this chance to say,
how much we enjoyed our visit with you,
even though we did not know who
might have art we long to own.
From the beaded wooden vessels shown
to Pueblo pots of clay centuries old,
without even knowing it, we saw history unfold.
Through mountains and lakes and sand dunes, too,
the high desert is what is tamed by you.
Cacti, Caves, and petroglyphs sit clear
in the high cliff dwellings of Bandelier.
The Pueblo people lived a simple life
but a winter visit alludes to some strife.
The cold winds up on a mountain high,
inside the cave, you can see where ancestors would lie.
It is amazing to witness a culture so old,
but helps one understand how all helped share the load.
Hunting, foraging, planting, and gathering, too
while some craftswoman makes your shoe.
Out in the garden, three sisters grow,
planted together just like another clan we know.
Turkey feathers make blankets so warm, and
the fish swim freely in Frijoles Creek, where bees might swarm.
Your homes in a cliff, so hard to believe,
until my own eyes made me conceive
of a an ancient people long ago who made
their lives carved into stone,
working together so as to be not alone.
Oh Santa Fe, oh Santa Fe
Until Next Time,
The Land of Enchantment
is Sublime.
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