chiang mai

Lanna on the hill

The million rice fields

The ring of the wind

High up on the plateau

The tourists flock in

Feeling the cool weather

Some say of fair skinned people

In Chiang Mai they say

The historical places to see

Of the stories told through generations

The artifacts housed in teak wood house

Once it was stayed by prominent men

The cultural dances

The way they do to woo the tourists

Why tourists flock to Chiang Mai?

Maybe to admire the fair women and men

Night market for local and tourists

It is a draw to take into memory

Of a time the tourists spend their vacations

Of a time the wind will say

“Come again

Let us have your money

You have your memories

A fair exchange of footprints of the time”