Poem: “When I Was Young”

(Photo property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios València)

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When I was young in the mountains, I’d climb so high I could see, to the south an endless train, to the north, Cantabric Sea…

I dreamt of crossing that ocean that to the west shone so bright,

and one day I did set sail to my outrageous delight.

With little more than a dollar, within my pockets I brought,

because I packed my strength and my knowledge, and energy that marked my youth.

And I saw land there before me, Manhattan waiting for me,

and one huge statue that held her torch, so bright for all eyes to see.

In years and fully adapted to those American ways, I joined her army and fought to keep out the communists filled with hate.

And now I sit and I wonder, how pure were those simple times,

And in my mountains again I look out into such different sights.

Manhattan’s far yet remembered, Miami I loved I’d say ,

but Spanish soil is wherein my body, arranges its DNA.

So I look out from my mountains, to the east, south and the west,

I sailed the seas and now I’m relaxing, where I feel I’ll do my best…

C.2021, Francesc Bravo Cabrera. 22 JUL 2021, Turkey

17 comments

  1. Easymalc · July 23

    Home is where the heart is F, and there’s a saying which I say to my wife and she knows it to be true. “You can take the Boy out of Bristol, but you can’t take Bristol out of the Boy” You can change my birth city to the one where you were born and I would be surprised if you didn’t think the same.

    • I certainly do Malc, you’re right and it is great to be home, even my DNA has rearranged itself as it recognised the European land I was now occupying. All the best!

      • Easymalc · July 23

        Enjoy your Friday evening my friend 🙂

  2. gifted50 · July 23

    So so beautiful, speaks of your contentment in your present home. The picture a beautiful shot.

  3. Nelson · July 23

    Reblogged this on NELSAPY.

  4. jonicaggiano · July 23

    This is so lovely Francisco. I did not know you were in the military with the US. Thank you for your service for our Country and for your service as a policeman. The photo is gorgeous and the words tell me a story of your life that I was not fully aware of my friend. I loved the ending of this piece as it is a beautiful ending. You are where your heart and soul feels at home and that is such a lovely thought for everyone. Beautiful piece Francisco. Sending you both love, xoxoxo Joni

    • Thank you so much Joni, yes I will always be proud to have worn the uniform of the US Army and US Coast Guard. Our love to you both now from Turkey.

  5. Brad Osborne · July 24

    Loved the more casual form and flow of this poem. It is paced like a slow stroll where there is plenty of time to become immersed in the moments and the emotions. We here in the States were blessed to have you as a part of our community and nation, and thankful for your service to our country. But you were always meant to return home, for you, my friend, our a true native son!

    • Thank you my dear friend! I’ll always cherish the memories of those long years filled with happiness and with everything else that life is. Cheers my brother.

  6. azurea20 · July 24

    Cada momento si nos lo proponemos podemos hacerlos grande y brillante. Tdos los momentos poseen su propia intensidad. Buen finde.

  7. Nurul Lubis · July 25

    Beautiful poem, Francisco. Remind me that no matter where I go, motherland keeps staying in my heart.

  8. markbierman · July 28

    Adventures are great, but it’s nice to come home.

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