Walking on a muddy copper-colored field in Cuba
The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
An armored truck left by Russian and became the best transportation for us.
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the fresh gay sentiment of the road.
Happy Cuban children giggling along the road.
O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not—if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied, adhere to me?
At the end of the day, one has to admire the setting of the sun.
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.
Memorial building where heroes are cast in stone.
I think heroic deeds were all conceived in the open air, and all free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
Miracles did happen, Silent cannons and another nuclear war abated.
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like,
and whoever beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.
The Fort now became a famous wedding spot. A new beginning for the newlyweds.
A New Horizon for Cuba.
“Song of the Open Road, IV” was published in Leaves of Grass (David McKay, 1891-92) posted by Poets.org
Reflections 
These are all beautiful. As always, I wish the post-Fidel Cuba well so those happy little girls and the rest of their country can thrive!
Thank you, Linda. The good thing I’ve noticed so far, children are well taken cared of. Education and health services is a big thing in Cuba. But the people has to serve the country/government I suppose a ‘pay back’.
And weapons of war become a place to start a new life with one you love and your families looking on.
Yes, there is hope in love. Thank you.