Madre Part Two

Don Coto's.. face smiles no more Only in memory Paving the way for others with dreams and aspirations Arriving at these shores To prosper achieving those dreams And hopes that our forefather set So many years ago while the moon Looked on :-) tides rolling in and out like clock work fish dancing to the Florescent harmony of the stillness The trip took many months With many risks,so coming to this point This time this place..I think about Don Coto's flag ship la 'Cocora' Now a memory lingering on and on She was sold for scrap years before We now go sailing on planes with wings Like the beautiful birds seen flying high Driving Upwards by the warm thermals Sailing past Ponce Deleon and old San Juan Reminiscing through my past,leaving behind Our companions never to be seen again The fisherman of el Farro and Playa Santa Putting our noses against the window Of This flying machine To see this brand-new world in its grandeur I Dios mio,oh my god a Cold blustery morning it was We left the balmy Tradewinds in morning As we exit the this flying Machine And enter a new world White flakes racing from out of nowhere Hearing my uncle Pedro ,watch your step Watch your step stopping every every few feet Allowing the fluffs of white to enter my mouth Flicking my tongue like el Coqui In between chattering teeth but a thought comes to mind A sadness,accentuated by a harsh reality A new way of life A new language A brand new shiny culture Our old home left behind and now a new land Called Los Estados Unidos The United States mi Nuevo Mundo Our new world bless us all...