This Is An Adventure Story Poem I hope you enjoy this new poem I call
Santa Marta: The Ganja Fields
There's a beach in Santa Marta
it's pure white and clean
a snow cap peak behind the town
the nicest place I've ever seen
the streets that once were safe to walk
are empty and cold at night
it's time to leave right away
some things just not right
Two by two they marched along
the empty cobble stone street
holding guns in their hands
no one I wanted to meet
they walked by me as I sat there
in the corner out door cafe
I was very glad they didn't stop
or have anything to say
Off in the distance plain to hear
planes dropping paraquat bombs
on ganja fields that have grown so long
the noise breaks the calm
I know I have to get out of here
but I really don't want to leave
there's no time left for me to use
any of the tricks I have up my sleeve
I'll go South to Bucamarango
maybe stay in Valley Du Par
I don't care real I end up
but it's got to be real far
it's not safe for me to be here
now that drug war has begun
I really did enjoy this place
I had a lot of fun