The Grandeur That Was Greece
And The Glory That Was Rome

After Artemio’s mother died in childbirth,
Artemio’s father, the gutless wonder,
found a new love

and this new love convinced him
to move out West,
“let’s move to greener pastures…” she told him.

And they moved to Thermal, California.
Surfing desert if you ask me
Artemio would have said,

but he wasn’t smart enough to know better.
So they moved to Beverly
like in that old hillbilly TV show.

But, Artemio was a little Jethro
left behind with his grandparents.
No cement pond, no palm trees, just these memories

which provided substance,
which lay the foundation.
Rome wasn’t built in a day.