City of Faith
There's a city upon a hill
Where the hybrid natives dwell,
Where the weather brings a chill
And the view is like a spell.
Pine trees grow like wild cane grass;
High-pitched gongs made with brass;
Rocky steps up the trail;
Zigzag road, swirling rail.
Fine young maiden planting veggies,
Lovely roses and sweet berries;
Strong young men with fair skin
To the stars they're like a kin.
Olden ways like tradition;
G-strings worn in fashion;
Woven skirts made with passion,
Graced with love and compassion.
Rip-rap layered with craftsmanship;
Wood carving and horsemanship;
Gorgeous lake amid concrete ground;
Country songs played around.
Cathedral upon a hill,
Long steps give the thrill,
Only those who have the will
Can hold their faith still.
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