Los Romanos Poem by Douglas McClarty

On the mountain side Los Romanos
Surrounded by ancient olive trees
The white village looks across the lake
Magnificent Maroma rises to heaven
Now red in the hot midday sun
Yet a small sprinkling of snow on top
Vacant villas dot this Iberian land
Waiting the return of those swept here
By the cold northern winds
Ruins remain from those who passed by
The moors came from the Sahara sands
centuries before, leaving their mark
Orange, lemon groves abundant
Planted by their ancient hands, remain