We have always lived
in the shadow of the volcano,
looming on the horizon,
like a sleeping, smoldering furnace,
like a fierce warrior-
that suddenly promises to rise
beautiful, billowing smoke rising gracefully,
ascending-
from within its folds,
clouds of escaping heat,
earth's boiling overloads
in the morning,
Dawn-
painted powder blue,
charcoal gray
in the evening,
Sunset-
painted gold hues,
end of the closing day
the volcano hasn't erupted-
in many years,
but still my heart
has lingering fears
when the roof was once-
covered in ash,
I wasn't sure
the city would last
like a voice from the past,
like my heart beating fast,
like something I can never forget
but the head of the volcano
returned to its shell,
and the town we have grown to love
remained-
us as well
we have always lived
in the shadow of the volcano,
every morning I rise,
eat breakfast
go to school
I always lift my head on the way,
to see if the mountain
is hot or cool,
when I disappear
into the walls where I study all day,
I worry sometimes
considerably-
how long we can continue
to live this way
we have always lived
in the shadow of the volcano
when I eat my tortillas for lunch,
yellow, white or blue corn,
I hope and pray we are on this earth
for a long time-
I hope to see
the Mexican sun
continue to shine
I dream of being a doctor one day,
-and I would help all of the children,
someplace very far away
the town that goes about its business-
busy hive of bees,
but in the air is a smell-
strangely unique
the city at times
is most serious,
twitching like a baton,
conducting a song
strange and mysterious
an eagle ready to dive-
a baby ready to cry, sharp-
like the cutting of a knife
the volcano reminds me
of the preciousness of life,
of using each day wisely
the turning hand of time
we have always lived
in the shadow of the volcano
I stay in this town
because I have nowhere else to go,
it is our only home.
Popocatepetl, Mexico
Dawn of a New Discovery: Inspiring World Poems
This is a small collection of poems, original and from several sources, that is hoped to inspire interest in writing and reading poetry. The poetry presents a kaleidoscope of ideas concerning lands, spirituality, children and youths, oppression and violence, school life and struggles, as well as painting a picture of hope.
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