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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 4 o'clock the roosters crowed
a 5 o'clock the dogs barked
at 6 o'clock the mill turns around
and the day laborers go to work.
A piece of land planted
4 cows a fattening pig
a team pulling the plow
and my apa' shelling the cob.
The comal with the firewood from the hill
and my grandmother roasting at 7
the beans serving the la hoya
/>and my grandfather sharpening the machete.
An old and battered hat
three shirts and two pants
the guaraches are already worn out
but I am 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 overflow.