In the pictures, I’m smiling,
My face deeply
tanned,
Surrounded by
friends
In a faraway
land.
A summer in
Israel,
Without any
cares,
To spend
meeting people
At work
picking pears.
We woke at
4:30
And, after a
meal,
We boarded
the trucks;
Oh, that
life did appeal!
So different
from all
That I knew
from before.
To sweat in
the orchards
Felt not
like a chore
But like an
adventure,
To be there
among
Others on
their own journeys,
All carefree
and young.
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