Sendings
By Shirley Segev
© Shirley Segev
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when i came
When I came to this country
I thought its vast spaces
Is what inspired tolerance,
like a cozy big country house
that has enough nooks and
crannies for all,
and I thought that its crisp
cold
brought level headedness,
and its beauty warmed
people's hearts.
But it was not so,
long ago, but not so long,
when those who came
to this land
did not care
to share,
what a sad song.
this new house
This new house they're building
already shows promise,
big windows, large entrance,
old trees, no high fences,
it's patient and solid,
embracing its living,
the garden is waiting
for kids' happy laughter,
I wish it good luck
and a dog to look after.
she's trying to take
She's trying to take some pictures
of the red bushy-tailed squirrel
bribed with the sprinkled seeds
on the stump.
I watch her, waiting for the moment
to conquer
the definitive squirrel picture,
capturing all its true nature.
How I admire the trust
the hope, the action,
I pass by the side, quietly,
been there, done what.