Years Have Sped By

Poems

A Bright Early Morn

Out into the fresh air I stroll,

Tread on the soil with sprouting grass . . .

I hear and I feel

In the gardens, the movement Of the fruit trees . . .

I hear the gentle sounds that herald

The coming of the spring . . .

"Mother Earth" preparing

Ample food to bring

Forth the seeds of the pregnant earth,

To which she hastens to give birth . . .

 

So I sing with springtime expectancy,

To you, my yearning Jew . . .

With pride and all human dignity,

Hold your head up high!

The sun will also shine for us

And-the flowers bloom . . .

The stars will wink down from above

And the birds will sing their tunes . . .

 

We will play a part, significant,

As for a Jew is befitting . . .

We will sow, and we will plant . . .

There'll be digging and building . . .

We will fly Into the furthest reaches of the sky . .

And all that humanity seeks, We shall reach! . . .

 

Oh, there'll be a beautiful world,

Bright and fulfilled . . .

Without enmity,

Without hate . . .

How good it will be then

Joyous songs to create!