SOFTER CLIMES:

Take me far away to those warm softer climes,

To where curtains waft behind hot siesta´s blinds,

From the cold ice-capped toes & red-nosed rimes,

To where donkeys clop & old church bell chimes.

Take me to where wine is cool & red sanguined,

To where vines & winds in my hair softly entwines,

Far from the ching-ching of sordid nickels & dimes,

To where the birds sing & butterflies flits & mimes.

Take me to dine on delicate fish, flesh without spines,

To sup with runcible spoon & fork of rosewood tines,

Away from acrid beverage & stewed venom maligned,

To quaffing of lemons, mangoes & sweet green limes.

Take me to the briny waves & show me snowy equines,

To where mother moon is so gentle & the sun so benign,

Far from the world with its dross, its slime & grey grime,

To where beneath palms & pines, breezes sing & whine.

Please, take me far away to those warm softer climes,

Where nothing tightens, stomps, nor ties & sorely binds,

Far from the watching of time & always towing the line,

To where I´ll be fine & the peace of the world is all mine.