Great Grandgrandma, why
did you leave the waterland?
Wasn't there enough space
for your cattle, between the full fields?
What dreams did you have? Mine
are thin, like translucent down
My bed is hard, I drag
water and firewood
and the men can't help but
raid, unrest is boiling
in the blood of my sons
If only they come home unscathed
with a gram of gold for the danger
of the promise of the land
from which hunger drove you away
The shine of their swords
clotted, thick walls conquered
cities and kings, who knows
they were bushes, caves
and huts, village heads, the loot
some cattle and a few girls
No land of cows and tulips
where the grass is always green and sweet
the honey of the young years
when you lived in paradise
Poem 2348 Amsterdam, 2019-07-06 Thinking of Sarai, who departed from Ur on the Euphrates, via northern Mesopotamia to Goshen on the Nile, the three paradise regions for nomads) Roaming across Edom, under the leadership of Joshua Collection:From Sacred Scriptures [1] Keyword:Future: wish Keyword:Bible^