Ein Dor

The brilliant blue sky is ever present,
Palm trees shield my eyes from the
scorching sun.
A rusty bicycle wheel squeaks,
As an old man rides down a path,
The relentless smell of fresh cow manure
hangs in the air,
Cucumbers,
Tomatoes
Yogurt,

Creamed together,
For breakfast,
The pool is crystal clear aqua,
Like a picture perfect postcard,
Inviting,
The sprinkler sprays water over the
newly mowed grass,
And gets me wet too,
Refreshing.

by Liza Shoenfeld