Campina Verde


Anonymous, Writer

There’s a small town in the middle of nowhere

Where the dirt is more like dust

And days and nights blend together

Its name means “Green Meadow,” not that it’s all that green

The grass is yellow from the heat

And the wear and tear of time has had its effect

But despite the chipped paint on the houses

And the old parks with their cracked pavement

My grandma’s home is mine too