I will never forget the ranch
I will always feel proud
how I miss its dirt streets
when we drank water from the well.
At 4 o'clock the roosters sang
at 5 o'clock the dogs barked
at 6 the mill spins
and day laborers go to work.
A piece of land sown
4 cows a pig in fattening
a pair pulling the plow
and my apa 'shelling cob.
The comal with the firewood of the hill
and my grandmother torteando at 7
the beans serving the la hoya
and my grandfather tuning the machete.
An old and battered hat
three shirts and two pantalosnes
the guaraches are already worn
but I'm not ashamed to be poor.
I will never forget the ranch
I will always feel proud
how I miss its dirt streets
and the ladies with their overflow.
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Only among all we can make this a better place :)