Calles de Tierra

I will never forget the ranch
I will always feel proud
How I miss its dirt streets
When we drank water from the well

At four the roosters crowed
At five the dogs barked
At six the mill turns
And the laborers go to work

A piece of land planted
Four cows and a pig fattening
A pair of oxen pulling the plow
And my dad shelling corn

The griddle with wood from the hill
And my grandma making tortillas at seven
Serving beans in the pot
And my grandpa sharpening the machete

An old and worn-out hat
Three shirts and two pants
The sandals are already worn out
But I'm not ashamed of being poor

I will never forget the ranch
I will always feel proud
How I miss its dirt streets
And the ladies with their shawls