Along the road,
I came to find a quiet place,
Whence my hunger be restored.
An old lady,
Served coffee and bread.
The plantation of her toil,
was all about,
And the quietness calmed me.
Birds serenaded me,
As I ate this simple meal,
And their call was enticing.
A stream below,
Wound along the valley,
Cascading through stone beds.
The cherries are ripe now,
And sweet on my tongue,
As I watched a young squirrel,
Pass by along the Camino,
In search of its home.
And so passed an hour,
In tranquil repast.
My heart beating soundly,
The joy of this life,
And my love.
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