It’s almost a matter of spacing,

Of setting expectations.

Delicately set in rows

Olive trees quilt the curvilinear grounds.

To the west, limestone slabs

Nestle between the leaves

Flatten a slope and frame

A soft blue pool

Cypress trees trace a line

To a date tree, tall, symmetric

Standing proud beside the cornerstone:

Whitewashed villa, weathered Spanish tiles

Lush vines climbing columns

By the terraced lawn

And a view of the valley, the gorge

The canyon walls, vineyards

And ancient city:

Ronda desde el campo

Mi corazón canta y sueña de ti