Mary L. Torres is a native Californian. She was raised in California's Central Valley. She resides in Patterson. She is currently studying culinary arts while enjoying a lifelong pastime of writing poetry.
About her poetry, Ms. Torres writes, "The inspiration for writing stems from all aspects of life and my surroundings. I am happy to share my favorite pastime of writing poetry with all those who enjoy the same.'Love's Morning Rise' is the sunrise view from a bedroom window facing east across the fields into farmland in my town of Patterson. 'Ribbon of Ebony' is a short poem that came to me while driving the winding roads of Diablo/Del Puerto Canyon. 'The Mexican' is a heritage poem of daily life written with my grandparents in mind and the traditions and growth they have passed on while living in California."
Mary Torres poetry is also featured in the 2001 edition of The Central California Poetry Journal on page 0108.
There... across the farmer's fields
she peeks shyly over the treetops
glorious and modest in her beauty.
Quietly without word she will rise
her presence warmth immediately felt.
This must be love.
Look at all that stand at attention
so vibrant with life they all become.
Sleeping flowers awaken
their petals glistening with dew drops.
Leaves rustling on their branches
with the gentle breeze she brings.
The grasses shimmering in green
basking under her early morning light.
There... look at the birds
singing dancing from tree to tree
full of life on this new day she brings.
The sky so vast and boundless
reflects the oceans with its vibrant blues.
Yes, it must be love.
Every sight gives miles of clarity.
Every breath gives life to a joyous heart.
Yes, it is love... love that rises
with the beauty of a morning sun.
There it lies
a ribbon of ebony
flowing through the mountains
crossing over streams
calling out to dreamers
who want to be free.
A woven rug of deep earthy colors
that transcend the barriers of time.
The hands of my grandfather that sowed
rich fertile soil under the California sun.
Rainbows of my grandmother singing
"de los colores" with a chorus of grandchildren.
The language of love spoken with a passion
that flows like a molten river.
Artists of gifted hand and mind
creating colorful and cultural beauty.
Sweet smells of tradition passed down
from mother to daughter and sons alike.
Mariachis echoing the sounds of the land
with the hearts of the people
feeling and knowing our heritage
at any given moment
celebrating the life of our ancestors
opening the door to the future
conquering all that is impossible.
The Mexican... flourishing and beautiful
as the bounties they have sowed
in the fertile soils of the California sun.
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