From our guest book this month
by Margaret Edwards (April 16, 2008)
There we were and here we are,
We each arrived in a jouncy car;
And the way we came is the way we'll go,
But we'll leave much changed by our stay, we know,
We don't need seatbelts -- we don't care.
We've come to ride in the bueno aire.
We've come for the gauchos, cool and solo...
We've come for the chance to play some polo...
For criollo horses of rugged beauty
Who know their job and do their duty.
For the golden hills and the mountain passes,
For the shining waves of a sea of grasses --
For the rocks in the walls, on the paths in the ground,
The rocks that we dodge as we gallop down...
For the birds that we spy as we gallop up
Toward a bright blue sky like a brimful cup --
For the condor's flight on a breeze so sweet,
For the raucous green of the parakeet --
For the great big views and the heady wine
Of the days we've spent in the Argentine.
We thank our God and we thank our hosts
As we say our prayers and raise our toasts!


















