El Campo
I passed those rickety fences late, Past a dilapidated gate; Alarmed partridges scuttle into undergrowth, Inquisitive hares; ears pricked, pause and then sprint away; The vast Patagonia; the end of another day. The monotonous, endless, horizon, Thick gorse, set ablaze in fiery array, Tall grasses in evening light, cast golden, Stunted forests strike a contrast, …