Dominican Republic

By Erick Martinez

Summer was everyday.

Waking up to the fan blowing

air to your face.

having mashed plantain 

and salami 

and eggs

and onions 

made the morning better.

Rain was fun to play in while 

it gave that tropical smell.

Tall rough palm trees

with soft sand ran 

through your toes 

as you step into crystal 

clear cold water.

Big mountains could be seen as you flew in. 

Some places were quiet country sides 

with farms and small towns.

Other places were big noisy cities

with the smell of gas and 

vendors selling ice cream and fruits.

As you fall asleep you’ll notice crickets chirping

loud old scooters rushing by, all while 

the fan blows air to your face.