Oh my dearest Cuba, a love in my heart grew for you. Whilst sitting atop a hill gazing afar, stars so close it seemed, brightly shining down, just for me, gracing my eyes with their beauty any closer Id have sworn it were a dream. Oh my dearest Cuba, walking thru your terrain, almost impossible to soak it all in, the sight of the Great Atlantics might crashing against your coast, the smell of the ocean rushing in, oh how I know, most will never know, the beauty Ive been apart of, most will never see what Ive seen. Oh dearest Cuba, Ive walked along your beachs, shared space with your wild creatures, picked up washed ashore polished glass, that never left, craftfuly worn to perfection by your sands hand, off shore. Swam in you blue waters, so clean, overly refreshing in your Cuban summers heat. Oh dearest Cuba, I held a baby sea turtle in your bay, one of the lucky ones escaping deaths wing. A chuckle comes to my belly thinking of natures four legged tank, chased by many a iguana, looking for a human treat, run away im gonna. You held cuban deer, and boas hunting the ever growing banana rat, crocodiles and manatees swimming your river, over grown with mangroves rising so high. Your large clawed crab, a special treat, as they migrate thru the street, I ran over a few I can not deny. Oh dearest Cuba, such a fine group of people, a very special breed, in all my life I will never met a better bunch, with such diversity, although sadly the Cubans you hold to your bossom, of the years have dwindled, one or to left of a once great, friendly, lovely, kindhearted fleet. Oh my dearest Cuba, Ive walked your streets in 70 degree weather, while rain a degree or two higher, fell from your grey sky, engulfing me in seconds with a deluge of cuban summers stormy cry, 10 minutes later a Cubana sun breaks thru its clouded sky, and begins to dry out the land and I. Oh my dearest Cuba, sadly Ill never again see your grandest beauty bestowed apon me, you survive now only in my fondest memories, and those you hold now in your bossom, until when only memories gathered, will you grace apon them, like me thier cursed to never to return again. Not once ever setting foot on Cuban soil or meeting a Cuban in his home land, oh my dearest Cuba you will always be a life long friend to me, regrettably Ive never once walked in your country. Those who know, will know the sadness running thru my heart, touched by a land unique, only for us and our band of brothers, becoming Cuban kin, on Great Americas sovereign land. By MA3, Michael R. Schmuck, on the 25th of October, 2014. 2005-2007.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Oct 2014 05:29:11 +0000
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