For Pops
We planted a forest,
For him,
Of hardy acacia trees,
Blossoming in the
Heart of the desert.
A lush forest
Where once were only
Dust and stones.
From the road below,
We saw it.
A green strip,
Against a blue sky,
At the top of a
Desert ridge.
A green memory
Of my father,
Who knew the trees
Were his friends.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-01-15 at 20:29
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Trees Were His Friends
We planted a forest,
For him,
Of hardy acacia trees,
Blossoming in the
Heart of the desert.
A lush forest
Where once were only
Dust and stones.
From the road below,
We saw it.
A green strip,
Against a blue sky,
At the top of a
Desert ridge.
A green memory
Of my father,
Who knew the trees
Were his friends.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 580 times
Written on 2006-01-15 at 20:29
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