Art And Poetry by Jim Nasium
Over grown green trails
lead into the unknown
towards snow capped peaks
that must be crossed
below valleys lay waiting
for strangers who come to stay
at first for only a while
then end up never leaving
a magical place
warmed by the sun god
coca and gold for the taking
if you are one of the strong
horse back day trips to ruins
rich in history and wonder
ancient places that need respect
to be understood completely
long cold nights are spent
wrapped up in Indian blankets
woven by hand on primitive looms
while naked llamas roam freely
woman cook the big meal of the day
men are back from the hunt
children busy at play
no one minds that I am here
to them I am a strange man
they don't understand what I do
when I am out in the ruins
somewhere on the East side of Peru
©2001 Jim Nasium
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