Note: written 4-15-05, while driving through the Andes of Peru, from Huancayo to Lima. I sensed I was but an ant, among the mass of stone, earth and foliage of this enchanting, and enduring landscape.

Spell of the Andes
By Dennis L. Siluk
English Version

This is a song of the Andes,

That reaches unto the sky On the slow warm days,
When the Cholos play,

And the river runs low and high.

The towering Andes look down

In the passing of the sun: