Charles Andres Alberto

Rookie (April 24,1960 / Castile y Leon, Salamanca)

America - Poem by Charles Andres Alberto

I think it was there where the wind blew back
the straw covered village of leaves-

Or there, when Auntie Ro-Ro kissed a rose
and then let it fall on her knees-

I believe it was where the buildings now stand,
Where the lovers were once caught in the breeze-

Yes, it is in that soot where my Daddy once put
his foot after sailing the seas.

And there on his hands is the cake of the land,
Now baked with the dirt and the leaves-

But now what shouts from the rose bud's mouth is His
Note that now Sings through the Trees.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, July 27, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 24, 2011

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