Spanish Market Saturday
Sixty miles away
Is beautiful Santa Fe.
We go to
Spend the day
Under the sway
Of ancient thrall
That clings
To Buildings
And adobe walls
And lingers
In crowded
Shops and stalls.
We make our
Journey past
Tourists trying
To outlast
Expense and heat
To choose
A trendy place
To eat.
Santa Fe rises
Seven thousand
Feet
And wears
Disguises
Of Indians, artists
And
Handsome cowboys,
Tall and sweet.
We behold
Surprises
That unfold,
Tempt and hold.
We wander from
Store to store
Until tired
And footsore,
We take our
Shopping bags of
Treasures,
Weary of Santa Fean
Pleasures.
Consider we have
Done our best,
And go home
To rest.
Sixty miles away
Is beautiful Santa Fe.
We go to
Spend the day
Under the sway
Of ancient thrall
That clings
To Buildings
And adobe walls
And lingers
In crowded
Shops and stalls.
We make our
Journey past
Tourists trying
To outlast
Expense and heat
To choose
A trendy place
To eat.
Santa Fe rises
Seven thousand
Feet
And wears
Disguises
Of Indians, artists
And
Handsome cowboys,
Tall and sweet.
We behold
Surprises
That unfold,
Tempt and hold.
We wander from
Store to store
Until tired
And footsore,
We take our
Shopping bags of
Treasures,
Weary of Santa Fean
Pleasures.
Consider we have
Done our best,
And go home
To rest.
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