Beaches

windy afternoon ancient town on a sandy beach
sunbrellas fly away in the 21st century breeze
off-season agora to get out of the gale
the tourism dependents look grim thin and pale

their heart gave out on another coast before
much less sun and a rockier shore
pillow basalt black as you like
turns mighty grey in the salty spume's might
rains every day and also all night
thirty six meters one year they were there
also in the Amazon and southern Chile, they swear
nipped by pingüina their blood on the shale
did they pause then? nah, kept going up the trail
keep up the pace little ace get braced
the wind from the Andes blowin grit in yer face

smoking some ditchweed out of a can
far away from oceans, high up on the land
the air is much thinner but there's plenty of sand
up here no pingüinas might lend them a hand
crows spiders and lizards are much better friends
than orcas or pingüinas or elfantes marinos
esto es la tierra de los encantadas y las cariños
solo un elefante por todos, es el elefante del Rio