Puerta Del Sol Poem by Sandra Martyres

I leaned against a building wall
In Madrid - at Puerta del Sol
It was an interesting morning
Busy shoppers teeny boppers
Shaky old men reeking of beer
After a heady evening earlier
All moving around gingerly
Savouring the place leisurely
In addition to the monuments
I also noticed several statues
Placed strategically in the square
Surprising I thought, as they
All looked freshly painted
Then one unexpectedly moved
My curiosity was quickly aroused
I walked up to take a closer look
And lo and behold it was a man
Painted like the Statue of Liberty
With a small black hat in front of him
Each time some one dropped a coin
He acknowledged it with a nod
As did all the other statues....

Later nearing lunch time I felt
The usual hunger pangs
Watching everyone munching
Spanish goodies and headed
Quicky to a nearby Tapas Bar
To sample a plate of paella
No sooner did I sit down
Than I noticed a musician
Just below the window playing
Some soul stirring pieces
On his shiny Spanish guitar
I felt enchanted and led into
A different world altogether
What could be better than
Sipping Sangria & eating Paella
To the beat of a musical star
After a tasty meal I stepped
Back into the square to discover
A finger painter demonstrating
His talent with style and colour
He was churning out postcards
Using only his thumb and forefinger
I was again the dumbstruck tourist
And this was only Day One I had
Three more days of excitement left...