Feel the dust upon my skin

Sun warmed sweat mixes in

Ancient stone beneath my feet

Cool and hard in the midday heat

Seek the walls centuries old

Witness to history grave and bold

Teachers learn their pupils listen with half an ear

I sit and watch it all, close and near

Think of the history that surrounds

Ancient theatre ruined, what did you see? What sights? What sounds?

Find my pen in my hand 

Notebook open in Spains beautiful land

Let the words record my heart

Longing to stay, never depart.