I wrote this after a three day trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico. My wife and I travel there quite often and find it quite inspirational. There is no other place in the world with as much art and beauty as that which is found in Santa Fe.
“Santa Fe” Santa Fe, Santa Fe, Oh Santa Fe, Take me home to Santa Fe. Where mountain peaks Are bathed in gold. Where artists and seekers Come to unfold. Where natives live in ages past Stair step terra-cotta Rise on desert floors. Where artists come to paint and play Calling all to Santa Fe Dream maker’s dreams Come true in the Travertine Aisles of Canyon Road. Take me home to Santa Fe. Zuni, Navajo and Hopi jewels Laid out on woven throws. Travelers come to barter For jewels upon their wrists. Sculptors, painters and weavers Silversmiths, potters and glass blowers Excite the spirits hidden deep Within your soul. The joy of beauty unfolds. Galleries upon Galleries; Artistic nudes, Golden sunsets and landscapes. Glimpses through storefront glass Play on your senses. The sun shines bright in Santa Fe. Boxes carved in walls Deliver stories from the past. Colored doors tell tales of lives within. Many an O’Keeffe have come and gone Yet they linger in the spirits And walls of Santa Fe. No other place inspires Like Santa Fe. I dream of her Whenever I’m blue. Take me back to Santa Fe; Paint a picture on my soul. You wake up my senses You beautify my soul You heal my sorrows You bring joy to my life When I die let it be in Santa Fe There is no better place To lay your bones Than dear old Santa Fe. Take me home to Santa Fe. Lon 9/24/2021
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