A tiny three room bungalow
Built of sand and stone
In the Cuban village of Cojimar
Is where Santiago made his home
Seated on a chair designed
Of fine french cane
A smokey plume from a corona cigar
Descends upon a timbered
Antique picture frame
Clutched in worn and weathered hands
Embraced are nostalgic portraits
Taken with this Spanish man
Revered is a bygone name
He spoke how he felt the rumble
As Pilars mighty engines cranked
Waking snarled yards of coon’s tail
Along the intracoastal scenic banks
He bore witness to her many moorings
Near to the famed La Terazza cafe
Looking down toward the ground
His eyes and heart both blue
Sadly missed is the boastful booming
Voice Of the greatest man he ever knew
His honcho Hemingway
Pamplona politics religion Havana
Still charming young and old
Yet lost in Donne’s translation
Is for whom the bells doth toll
But as for Capitan Gregorio Fuentes
Santiago he’ll always be
As Ernest’s leading character in
THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA