Lucero G...
Yokota High School
Born into rich meadow pastures Texas sun beating down on my skin Rolling in the mud, days filled with laughter Street lights on and “Entrá, ya vamos a cenar” To Snow glistening from the tip of Pikes Peak Whipping winds coloring my cheeks Long hikes through steep mountain trails Thirteen years worth of tales To Upend and leave, time fleets Days spent alone wandering quaint streets Hidden gems unknown to tourists, though in a way I am one myself.. The blossoms bloom, as do I This time flies by in the blink of an eye