In Deserts Poem by Linda Hepner

In deserts or the dust bowls of the land

No water flows

And stagnant, puddled pools for camels stand

And no grass grows.



And so it is for children or for men

These Dustbowl days;

We'll trade our wells for reedy marsh or fen -

For no one stays.



Where will we go? On out up to the sun!

Our home made wings

Created in the image of what's done

By Nature's springs.



There is a sadness to this farewell flight;

Abandon love.

So Moses rushed to save us from our plight

His arms above



Held high since weary from the years of strife

And sleepless toil,

He had no time for loving or his wife,

His mortal coil



Unwound by children of his future dream

Who then forgot

The lessons that they learned, and chose the stream

That will not clot



But leaves and leaves and flows away to sea,

Where souls don't grow,

And love and land are lost, the masterkey

We'll never know.





LRH 6/11/20
Inspired by Ken Burns' Dust Bowl documentary and Rambam.