I Spy Santa Fe

I spy...

One bug, five crowns, six cloudy skies,
Six elephants with trunks raised high.

Three gods, four bears, six hearts, eight books,
And waters twain for those who look.

One lofty badge names Jacob’s wife,
While thirteen crosses bring new life.

Our Ladies number twenty-one
And once they’re counted you are done.*

*For extra credit you may find
A few more things of the same kind.

--With thanks to my son for help with the poem

[Posted, in haste, from the Albuquerque airport!]


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