Clay House Poem by John F. Bisner Ureña.

Childhood memories come to mind
from that earthen patio that watched
the abobe house adorned with brown tiles
like the color of the dry leaves that jovial
They fell from the trees dancing crisp in
the roof adorned with orchid flowers
aromatic showing its best nuances.

Cool white walls with blue ladder skirt
they welcomed visiting friends,
indelible times in the feeling of a boy who is great
recalls the aroma of coffee and webbed tortillas
the grandmother who smilingly served the oak table.

Lares of dirt roads so distant and so close of a
heart and soul where my spirit flies free in his
memories of yesteryear that cross the mountains
hospitable of a green valley where they chirp happily
the birds and the crickets that under the romantic moon
dressed in sonorous white the choirs resound in my
thinking of longing as unforgettable classic echoes of
song naked of my grandparents in their adobe house.

John Bisner Ureña. / Writer - Poet.
*** Painting by Rubén Fernando Alvarado Miranda.
Costa Rican painter. Man of character and great human sensitivity.