Torremendo

This land is parched
dry sandy soil underfoot
here and there a fig tree
amid row after row of walnut

Lower down the hillside
a small plot
with fifteen pomegranates
heavy with fruit
and the sound of crickets
insistent incessant

Two large hares
lope off into the distance
three hawks circle
above the scrubland

The remains
of a small construction
barely a stone
left upon stone

Here Geronimo
lived and worked
all his life
knew little else

John Lyons