A Dream Of Home Poem by Juan Olivarez

This is where I want to be,
where everybody smiles at me.
This stretch of water that winds away,
from west to east and I will say,

If you like fishing this is the place,
to cast your line and slow your pace.
To take in the valley sun,
catching blue -gills by the ton

There's rio-grande perch and bass all around,
sunfish and bluegills and I've even found,
carp and garr all sorts of stuff,
even a big old copperhead in the rough.

I know I am dreaming, but soon I won't be,
and my little stream will be reality,
in McAllen, Texas, it waits patiently,
for me to return, fishing's for me.

4/26/10 29 palms ca.