Finca

by Wendy Freebourne

Email: freedom@relationshipscentral.com

 

 

When I grow up I want to be a writer

and paint some days in a field,

inspired by sun-scented air,

high up on a mountainside,

dotted with sage and broom and lavender,

overlooking the sea,

with woods behind,

while my lover

does something similar

in his own way.

 

We will live in a farmhouse clothed in bougainvillea

and grow onions and peppers and lemons in the orchard,

avocados and olives for oil. Sometimes

we will work with the soil. And

 

when evening descends on the land

we will grill fish and mix salads

and drink local wine, later strolling and

dreaming, hand in hand,

inhaling perfumes of jasmine and pine.

This will be grand – and fine.

 

On weekends we will see friends

and soothe ourselves in the sibilant foam,

bronzing our bodies gently

on beaches, sable and sandy.

In this way we will mature like the wine,

become mellow, and piquant like the paintings,

until we grow old together

and die, happily,

leaving our gift of art and literature

for posterity.

 

 ©2004 Wendy Frebourne

 

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