Below, you see San Juan Bautista:
Mission Garden, by Edythe Hope Genee
Through the pepper's lacy shadows,
Ghosts of the padres tread these mission paths.,
And in the garden, tall hibiscus idly whisper,
Telling of Conchita, fairest daughter of Old Spain -
She who was so lovely that the roses turned their heads
And flushed with envy as she passed by.
Through the mission window, the wind brings the scent of
Languorously sweet, and sways the faded scarlet fringe of a
Hanging in the shadows.