The gecko’s echo can be heard across the spanish plains
As the sound your ears have found is cast across the vast terrain
They run in summers sun with padded feet to beat the heat
Then lay in shade till sun does fade in rocks where they retreat

And when they crawl up high and tall on top of window frames
The cabins walls will echo calls from which they got their names
The geckos famous cry will fly throughout the starlit skies
Heard at best when Spaniards rest and close their sunkissed eyes

© Martin James Powell 2008


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