Three Poems From Cajamarca, Peru (And Cows That Come By The Call Of Their Names)
Note:(written: 5-4-07), written while in flight, from Lima, Peru to Cajamarca.
It is 6:20 AM (observing the mountains as we come into this valley city.
#1807 Part I "The Black Andes" The black mountains of the Andes Caped in sporadic greens Beams of light cast through the clouds Give a haunting cadaverous scene As I descend into this city called Cajamarca, in the morning Of May!...
Note:(written: 5-4-07), written while in flight, from Lima, Peru to Cajamarca.
It is 6:20 AM (observing the mountains as we come into this valley city.
#1807 Part II The Mashua Lady of Cajamarca The Mashua Lady of Cajamarca Sits, across the street from my hotel, Selling these potato like vegetables, With a tall white hat (traditional) Wide rimed--(pink blouse) Counting her coins, checking her Mashua (and grabbing more from her sack); Selling them fast...
dark clouds over head--! !2:50 PM #1809 5-4-2007 La Collpa Farm (From Cajamarca) Animals cry--and I don't know why, in Cajamarca; And the cows know their names, at La Collpa Farm.
Rosa and I watched this funny little escapade, As the farmer slashed his whip, and called their names One by one they came: Teresina and Paula at first, Then rest of the cows, perhaps ten more: Came and went to their stalls, with their names.
It would seem they were almost human, With shot, weight, and medical records, And real personnel names...
! #1808 5-5-2007 Note:At Collpa Farm, in the Cajamarca, Valley of Peru, in Northern Peru that is, they have this farm where they have names, the cows have names, like Catalonia, etc.
, and when the farmer calls them, they come, and the poem tells the rest of the story.
My wife I think liked this part of our trip the most.
It is 6:20 AM (observing the mountains as we come into this valley city.
#1807 Part I "The Black Andes" The black mountains of the Andes Caped in sporadic greens Beams of light cast through the clouds Give a haunting cadaverous scene As I descend into this city called Cajamarca, in the morning Of May!...
Note:(written: 5-4-07), written while in flight, from Lima, Peru to Cajamarca.
It is 6:20 AM (observing the mountains as we come into this valley city.
#1807 Part II The Mashua Lady of Cajamarca The Mashua Lady of Cajamarca Sits, across the street from my hotel, Selling these potato like vegetables, With a tall white hat (traditional) Wide rimed--(pink blouse) Counting her coins, checking her Mashua (and grabbing more from her sack); Selling them fast...
dark clouds over head--! !2:50 PM #1809 5-4-2007 La Collpa Farm (From Cajamarca) Animals cry--and I don't know why, in Cajamarca; And the cows know their names, at La Collpa Farm.
Rosa and I watched this funny little escapade, As the farmer slashed his whip, and called their names One by one they came: Teresina and Paula at first, Then rest of the cows, perhaps ten more: Came and went to their stalls, with their names.
It would seem they were almost human, With shot, weight, and medical records, And real personnel names...
! #1808 5-5-2007 Note:At Collpa Farm, in the Cajamarca, Valley of Peru, in Northern Peru that is, they have this farm where they have names, the cows have names, like Catalonia, etc.
, and when the farmer calls them, they come, and the poem tells the rest of the story.
My wife I think liked this part of our trip the most.
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