La Tigra, a poem by PR Hebert at Spillwords.com
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La Tigra

La Tigra

written by: PR Hebert

 

High up on a mountain side
Resides a small pueblo
Within a brick and adobe house
We sit enjoying the cool evening

Coffee and sweet bread
Sit on the table next to watermelon
The bright color melon covered with salt and lime
Difficult to choose

Nearby a brother drinks a beer in a hammock
A young girl washes dishes
And picks up an empty room
La Tigra at 7000 feet

Too high for mosquitoes
But moths flock to the light
And far off in the woods
A mountain cat cry

It’s the end of another day
Simple people simple pleasures
And we have lost our way

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