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.