Nostalgia For Guantanamo

Next on the series of challenges for Na/GloPoWriMo Day 11 is to write a poem pertinent to places of origin.  It seems to me that regardless of place of birth or my history of Hawai’i and California, the place that formed my character most and has kept me in the good company of a lifetime of greatly supportive and loving extended family was GTMO.

Little Havana

Nostalgia For Guantanamo

by Michael Romani




Nostalgia beats as a fond memory


Of lived love and hearth of family


Fondness of the heart grows in absence

Often deeper than it grows in presence





Brothers and sisters joined in singularity


Laughing and crying at the same hilarity

We are joined together by a place

We are bonded together a we embrace



The Western and Eastern banks of Guantanamo Bay


At a handful of beaches we'd splash and play


Few of us knew that Columbus landed at Fisherman's Point


Or that many of name  of those who had come before to anoint




All the many places we committed to our memory

As one large and ever growing extended family


John Paul Jones Hill oversaw the journeys of us all


While most happenings happened on Windward as I recall



Both rainforest and cacti were fields of play


Guantanamera was a hit once so they say


Interestingly a naval base embraces natural history

Protecting the flora and fauna of rare endemicity



And perhaps it's that uniqueness that flavors us


As willing to stick our hearts and courage out just because


Of all those little things that come to shape our youth

Like a singular hold on living out our best truth




The cactus curtain separated those living in freedom

From those living under the horror of that revolution

Opuntia and landmines filled that rugged no man's land

Each side certain that the Curtain held the upper hand




Most of us Pirates attended William T. Sampson schools

Where we began to grow up and break the rules


A one of a kind experience for the children of those who protect

And most it, preserved in the Guantanamo Public Memory Project




Semi arid, we grew up there on the dust and not a lot of rain


And learned that to conserve was more about life than pain


When water was cutoff by that brutish Cuban nation

We learned to get by and thrive through desalination





What I remember a lot of was all the water just in reach

There at Family, Cable, Glass and mostly Windmill Beach


All of the lessons such a life had to readily teach

At Hidden, Blue, Cuzco, Niknik and Ferry Landing Beach



It's true that no man steps into the same river twice

But looking back, mostly what I remember is very nice

Riding horses out on the hillside and coral trails


We knew freedom, love and friendship in our best tales





Small town living as we grew restless then island hopped

Partying and carrying on until we finally dropped

But the best of things has been an incredible extended family


That for this lifetime has kept us in the best and truest company



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c)  April 11, 2019   Michael Romani

All Rights Reserved

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