A View from Castille Gibralfaro (Malaga, Spain)
The tragedy of one young soldier
Put on guard atop this hill
Too few years to understand
His time cut short at El Castille
If he knew his days were few
Would he permit a small intrusion
To gaze upon the most grandiose view
Releasing guilt for life's infusion
Or would he reaffirm his duty
And fortify his stance against
The enemy still quite far away
Reproaching beauty at his own expense
Maybe for a soul so new
With hardened mind and experiences few
The only conflict he would perceive
Is with the ships that approach by sea
Now with many years gone by
I stand on this same hill so high
Where so many lives were lost before me
And wonder if they saw what I see
Confettiid gulls on blue green waters
Plazas, gardens and surrounding mountains
Vistas more profound than words allow
No better place than here and now
I hope in fact that was the case
And they stole some time to enjoy this place
For life is short and chances few
You've got to look, to see the view
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