The Basque Ocean Poem by Ismael Iniguez Carvajal

Every time the waves roll in
Its like a new adventure
That will begin

The waves are never the same
Some are short
While others tall
Some are strong
While others small
We can hear the Ocean's call

A Ship sails out of Viscaya bay
For restless nights and long days

Our Land is Bare
The Ocean is full
Almost condemned
Then we stood

We have searched the seas
And we believe
The mark of our men that they did leave

So skilled with sail and mast
You can see our future
In our past
We cried and then
We laughed
But the memory of Nation
Will last

Gora Euskadi


10/13/2009