Some of My Earlier Work

 

I know that God is Spanish

And here's the  reason why--

With sun warmth just just departed

And night cool drawing nigh,

He drapes a black mantilla

Of lace o'er the waiting sky

 

The waves rise high and high for me

The winds rise higher still

And ignoring fast my mother's plea,

I stand upon my sand-dune hill 

And watch the storm at sea 

Hello, down there

I'm up in my swing

Don't tell me of your physics

And I'll teach you to sing