El Puertito 18.00 hours
Or am I still in Tenerife?
In Paradise with whitened domes
Which we name our second home.
The sun is setting on a Saturday
Crowning a November evening.
Puertito is still abuzz
As tourists come and go.
Mixing with the locals at the bar
That nestles by the sea
Above a pretty beach
We’ll have a beer or three.
Young and old enjoy the pleasures
Of simple seaside games
Nature gives and lavishes
Her gifts to all for free
Little dogs and children
Frolic in the spray
The world is young and life is simple
Along Puertito Bay.
The boats are floating on a silver sea
The sun is slowly setting
The earth just holds its breath
Serenely for peace is settling.