My Son Is Protecting Me
Standing on a cliff, overlooking the ocean
Waves roll in, lapping up against the boardwalk
Toward the horizon gulls soar, occasionally
Swoop down to scoop up a small fish...
The rhythm of the ocean's pulse
Beating, oblivious of me scanning
the far horizon, off in the distance
Thousands of miles yet from land...
A farm where my son tills the fields
Uzi across his shoulder, protecting me
here in America, providing me a last refuge --
Israel, where Jews walk proud and free
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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