Portugal On My Mind Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Portugal on my Mind
The nature so lush I felt like a horse I had to feel my eyes
With beauty and scent
left the asphalted road and walked on a track
till I was consumed by bushes and the sound of the growing
sat on a stone wall took pictures and two hours had gone
and I fell asleep as the sun was setting.
I didn't hear the mobile ring but woke up when a big dog barked
a black woman came down the track she was worried
If I were ill wanted she could drive me home
I have walked this track for 330 years. She laughed but insisted
I drink some cold water at her house; the water came from a deep well
why do they not make wine that good?
The dog, a pointer, followed me to the asphalt road; its job was done,
the phone rang again my wife wanted to know where I had been
while she was out visiting friends, out walking darling just walking