Barbas De Oro Poem by Juan Olivarez
Barbas De Oro
Oh I have felt, and seen the wind,
On a glorious summer day.
With golden whiskers on his chin,
As he gently blew my way.
Amid the dog days, in stifling heat,
He was my only friend.
Caressing my face in a moment so fleet,
With his ever gentle hand.
Barbas de oro, my sweet friend,
Wave as you pass by.
And the branches slowly bend,
While I listen to your cry.
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