Rise Up Child Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Rise up child and wipe clear your blurring eyes
Why stand all this rebuke, toil, and mastered trouble
Ignore tyrannous, manipulative presence and observe the cerulean skies
No doubt you find the beautiful world around you growing double

The sun above the gray mountains head
A fresh morning breeze, refreshing luster mellow
Through all the long green fields are calling, has spread
The holyday sweet evening scent dusk is red yellow

Move away from chiding lectures which are endless torture strife
Go out to the fields of spring and listen to the woodland linnet
How sweet invigorating, soothing is his music to life
So much wisdom bestowed on it


I remember it well, it was almost the end warm day of March:
Childhood at its best, each minute sweeter than before
Preparing for Passover, the redbreast sang from the tall larch
That stood outside beside our hens door.

There was that rare blessing in the air,
With blooming tulips on hill which seemed a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and remote mountains bare
And grass scent in the stretch of green field

Sweet child there is nothing left to do or say
But this, that childhood fantasy and joy are never lost
Fierce winter stabs the breasts of our lovely May
Yet its crimson roses burst his frost

Ships are by rouge waves tempest-tossed
Eventually will find a harbor in some bay at a sailor pray

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