A golden straw, sun faded bonnet
Dances along with a warm spring wind
Above long green blades of meadow grass.
Red silk ribbons dangle like kite tails
As the daisy scented breeze guides
Gramís gardening hat toward the river.
Faint past images of blonde tresses
And white cotton dresses twirl and spin
Laughing in the rustling sea of grass.
The whisking wind takes a short respite
Gramís bonnet alights at riverís edge
Swaying reeds sing a song of first love.
A young man and woman sit closely
Splashing tan bare feet as they giggle
Eyes meet, close, lips draw near, a first kiss.
The returning breeze nudges gramís hat
Now floating, sailing, drifting downstream
Toward a white chapel at riverís bend.
Hymns flutter from the churchís windows
A covey of doves soar Heavenward
Glory, Glory, to our King on High.
At riverís bend, the guiding zephyr
Lifts the hat back into its grasp
Landing at the churchís stone garden.
Preachersí echoing voices proclaim
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Gramís bonnet tours rows of granite graves.
The warm spring breeze now weakens and cools
Red roses, bouquets of wild daisies
Adorn País, now Gramís, memorial.
The old golden straw, sun bleached bonnet
Now rests in peace on freshly cut sod
From the meadow of gramís long green grass.
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