Ode To A Spanish Son

Ode To A Spanish Son

Flamenco guitars
Echo your last breath.
Death by the bullet of Franco,
Eternally wandering your Moorish kingdom.
Remembered in ballads rich
In the veins of Granada's
Culture, loved by the people
Of your native home.

Gypsies wail your songs
Aloud, Dali and Alberti
Remember your plight,
Captured on a summers night
In the town of your birth,
An unmarked grave a nationalist gift.

Leap now into the fountain
Of eternal youth,
Raise your poets soul upon the
Crest of the hills of
Andalusia,forever at peace.

                                                  spb.

Notes: Federico Garcia Lorca was born in Spain in 1898 and is one of my favourite poets and a big influence. In a short time he had written many books
          of poetry and plays, but in 1936 was arrested in his home town and murdered by firing squad by Franco's regime. His body was never found.