El Paso
El Paso
Once upon a time nestled a little western town,
At the foothills of blue mountains picturesque.
The sun fell behind and twilight colors settled,
Delightful township twinkles patterning.
Horses neighed in their stables allowed;
Even chickens murmured in adobe back yards,
Where a serpentine river’s reflections curl
Into layered canyons bending.
Once upon a time.
Once upon a newer time one by one, I saw
Houses snuggling thick up the side of those blue mountains.
Antennas were strung and swung across flat roofs;
Ribbons of a growing city’s streets snaking through.
Where a serpentine river’s reflections curl
Into layered canyons bending.
And I looked to where the little town used to be,
Flooded with childhood memories of
Once upon a time.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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