Walt's Writings


They called her Adelita

every afternoon
she would go
to the village square
to hear the guitars play
and she would dance

she was young and beautiful
and loved to dance

all the young men would call,
“Dance Adelita, Dance”

she had her choice
of any of them
but her heart
belonged to Alessandro

he knew her heart was his
and his belonged only to her

so she danced
and the young men
would call

but the only voice she heard
was Alessandro’s

“Dance My Adelita, Dance”

~The Tennessee Poet~
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