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Nancy
n.s. 5.20.00
Poem for Dad
Walking the streets of Jerusalem
My father listens carefully
Nodding his head, eyes focused
Thinking, thinking.
Late one night I sit by him
Covers to his chin, impish head peeking out
Smiling as I tell stories of my adventures in the woods.
Knee socks pulled high in canvas boots
He scales the hills, collecting samples of local shrubs
Happy white hat, floppy grin, floppy belly
Together we explore.
He leads.
I follow.
