Pictures of Juarez
By Grace Zenor Pratt
Springtime in Juarez – let me return once more –
Fragrance of blossoms, humming of the bees;
The lacy, flowering beauty of the trees. –
Apricot, peach and apple, pear flowers, white
While yards of roses quicken my delight.
Summer in Juarez – let me feel thy breath
From canyon’s shaded gloom and silver streams.
Peace dwell beside me while I sit and dream,
Rest me beside the wide-flung alamo trees,
Breathe the rain-freshened air on every breeze.
Autumn in Juarez – mellow sunset’s glow;
From rocky highway I am looking down,
A mystic sunset glories the town;
Tall golden poplars, maples bright,
Touched with the magic glow of sunset’s light.
Winter in Juarez – one last backward glance.
From hill top’s crest, O fairy mountain vale,
Half said, I watch thy golden glory pale,
‘Neath shadowed hills of lavender and blue –
Ofttimes in dreams I journey back to you.
(1929)
Dang! I expected pictures, like, well, photos. See? You’ve spoiled us, Ardis.
Word pictures, David, WORD pictures!
I imagine that Grace had been part of the 1912 exodus and hadn’t gone back. If that is the case, it adds an extra measure of poignancy for me.
I think you’re right, J. It has something of the quality of looking back at Nauvoo or other lost homes, doesn’t it?