Twin
brown hands cupped together
Lattice
fingers underpinning,
Digits
of fair Spanish weather
Have
known loving and sister sinning.
Offered
me a stone, a twig, a cone of pine
Abandoned
by a woodland creature
The
offering of friendship, simple sign,
The
simple gift itself; a gift from nature.
Navacerrada;
once home to Indian braves
The
Navajo of the Arizona plains
Once
proudest of red people, turned to slaves
Now
shovelling dirt and clearing city drains.
Reservoir;
no reservation here!
Guadarrama
peaks, a lofty sentry
At
Plaza de Los Angeles; sipping beer,
Smiling
at the leaving and the entry.
He
gave us home, free gratis with goodwill
No
timetable, at liberty to leave or still to stay
A
chalet at the summit of his hill
No
yesterday, tomorrow, just today.
True
lover of his legacy of Spain
Paradise
of pismires, crawling free,
Not
anxious for the mists or promised rain
No
yearning here to visit salty sea.
We
walked with him, this boy of innovation
For
miles along the path; Camino Way,
With
chat and song and simple recreation
“Enjoy
the moment friend; live for today”.
To
Spain’s Madrid we travel soon again
To
meet this man and those who own his heart
Bianca,
Hermann, the little Princess Sarah
And
Jack, of course, who plays a special part.
