I wrote this in the last week of being in Oaxaca, and although I've arrived safely home to the U.S. I feel given the time and opportunity I would not hesitate to hop on any plane headed back to Oaxaca.
Events have been passing
Hell’s heat the sun is surpassing
Projects and fieldtrips have been great
But I don’t want to think about time’s rate
Faster than a Mexican driver
I should become a contriver
Of a way to stay a few more months here
But go home immediately to those that are dear
Even writing this reflection
Has me missing out some new connection
I’m in love with my swim team
A Mexican experience I didn’t dream
My music class is something new
If music was an animal, the class is a zoo
Tezoatlan, Pasatono, and fat chicken whistles
The fun this poem only belittles!
So please check out the pics
To understand the short and quick
Of all the things that have the semester sick!