A poem for a very special woman
There is a country that's called Ecuador
It's the world's most lovely land
Many the things that it's known for
Mountains, Jungles and sunny sand
But the greatest thing in Ecuador
Is not a beach or mountain high
But a woman whose beauty is more
Than that of the stars or the sky
Johanna--beautiful, brave, and strong
I hate the years I spent away
So sorrowful, so sad and so long
I think of you most every day.
Through many countries, and lands I roam
When I see Johanna, I will be home.