Zywa Land of my dreams

I feel Grandpa's soul in me

shrinking of desire
for land, not fields
but my own pastures
No longer being expelled
by the farmer's sons

with their dogs, mice
and bugs in the beds
for their sick and their sore backs
from plowing and planting
weeding, harvesting and grinding the grain

I have gone further
than my father, with my herd
on the way to uninhabited pastures
but I did not find them, nowhere
was the land of my dreams

Only the desert is free

Poem 1778
Amsterdam, 2018-06-01

Abraham, 1900 BC
Collection: From Sacred Scriptures [1] 
Keyword: Migration 
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