SpAndrés

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.