Guatemala is a land of trees So the Mayans have decreed Here I found a treasure spot A time, a place that some forgot. In Guatemala City, we descend The Hotel Plaza, we attend Lovely casitas of pink and blue Doorways arched and fireplaces, too. Early morning, and we arise It is the nighttime that meets our eyes From Guatemala to Flores early On to Tikal, in such a hurry. Pyramids hide under mounds of earthen hills and trees so brown For others to discover, come, and claim For others to restore their fame. So much like us they sit and wait for an archaeological bride to excavate The life thats hidden under mounds of fears, frivolities, and frowns. We search the glyphs for hidden stories We sense the ancient land of glory The lintels tell of people prior Cultures which teach us and inspire. We climb the hills, the rocks, the ladders We hang on tree roots to see what matters We push our bodies to their limit To reach the pyramid's golden summit. Biodiversity is sought and found All manner of life does abound A bat, a bee, an ant, a tree Magnificent birds surround and mystify me. That night as I laid upon my bed Howler monkeys filled my head In a quaint, but spartan, thatched-roof shelter I was enchanted by their chatter. Morning comes and it's on to more To San Andreas on a distant shore A sundry band of 13 land From the launcha to streets of sand. A tiny village perched on a hill With cobbled streets, gives us a thrill. The welcoming committee turns out to be A band of children and Miss Piggy. With bags abundent, heavy, dreary, We trudge the hills though we are weary. Meeting faces friendly filled with inquiry, Our feelings not unlike Sir Edmond Hillary. A papa proud--the principal of Biosphera Delivers his charges to our families deara. The family Cano is my new home Close to the school but far from the Dome. The school bell rings at eight o'clock Every morning we climb to the top Of San Andrés' infamous hills To test our mind, strength and will. So much was learned, so much was seen Food for thought, food for dreams A world apart, a world away Another time from a different day. When essentials are the mainstay, It seems much easier to simply say that what's important is so clearly seen when all frivolity is stripped clean. This land is bereft of superficial luxury, But filled with nature's ornate finery Guatemala is a land of trees So the Mayans have decreed.
Edited by Carlos R. Solís