Today a wonderful poem dedicated to a land, Sanabria, a land that sits and talks, the earth earthy, which unfortunately suffers from the migration of peasants to cities . We hope you enjoy it.
Do not leave Sanabria.
not go, farmer.
That schools are closed because children are not
And every day people are being left empty.
Who will strip the berries? Who will trim the elms?
who will care for the strawberries? And who will water lilies
that the banks of the garden planted grandparents?
and also planted the chestnut and pine trees on other farms
far, no good to other crops.
Who will work the land?
who? Who but you peasant?
You can look at the gardens of others who have gone,
covered with weeds, briars and thorns.
still in the quiet countryside, farmer, Sanabria! Follow
! Keep following the team!
And to the beat of the car, sings a hymn
for your grandchildren to learn from your children ... Keep watching
cows and take them to your pastures where the birds are singing, nesting
happy as larks in the morning early riser
the farmhand, who will start the day;
that will be watered with sweat this Earth that is so healthy ,
and is walled around by mountains,
change color to which the ladies dress. Why
marches, peasant?
Why Sanabria you go?
Do not want to be me?
Farmer, do not go
not go ...
................................................. .................... Argimiro
García Crespo Barajas
Castilla.
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