Once I saw the Nazca carvings from the air
And wondered what great colossus drew them there.
The farrago of figures are strewn across the miles,
Splayed on the windy Andean plains like random tiles.
I have my own theory about these lines on the land,
Drawn by some ancient visitor with a giant hand.
As a gesture of friendship they left this vast display
To lead us into the future and point the right way.
The puzzling patterns that appear where the earth is scored
Can only be plans for a computer circuit board.

The Menorcan maiden came from an ancient line,
She traced her honored family back through ancient time.
First they were Phoenicians, who ruled the inland sea,
Forced to join Tunisians and Moors from Araby.
Corsica and Carthage then added their new blood,
Catalans and Castillians gave her their blue blood.
Her eyes reflect the beauty of Cala Mitjana
And the cool crystal azure of Cala Galdana.
This night she trembles and waits by her father's door,
Her head filled with stories from the old women's lore.

She hears the approaching clip-clop of her sweetheart's steed,
And knows the joyful wedding party will now proceed
Up the winding streets of Allior and through the wooden gates
To the church of St. Eulalie where her novio awaits.
She swoons from the cloying smell of the pungent incense
And the flames of countless candles that burn so intense
But she gathers strength from her lineage and past,
Takes her beloved bridegroom's hand and holds it fast.
Now another page is written in her family's book of life
As a young man from Mallorca takes the maiden for his wife.

Sloe eyed beauties with golden lilies and dainty graceful hands
Bring ancient art to life in exquisite oriental fans
To hold before flirting eyes and use in feminine ways,
To say yes or no, leave or go, on long hot summer days.
The story of a young lover lost, a woman far from home,
Every tale you've ever heard is painted here on silk and bone.
Only a woman can master this secret language of the fan,
An enchanting silent means to communicate with a man.
Could these beautiful works of art have been the inspiration
For the sails of the trading junks that built this eastern nation?