Once we belonged to a busy line
leading us to a valley with a lake.
Big trees welcomed us with smiles,
two lazy crocodiles said no words,
an owl looked at us with suspicion.
Side by side we moved in harmony,
the Anglo tongue granted us words.
Laughter and jokes painted our world,
a small hut by the lake gave us peace.
Hunger and exhaustion were strangers.
The sun released us and went to bed soon,
a path led us both to a human site, still wild.
In a meat-tasting place, we sat face to face.
We both celebrated a renewed happy day.
It was not a piece of cake to stay apart,
but I knew nothing about the reason why.
Sitting side by side by a man-made moon,
we read two English poems in turn, then
turned to the real moon bearing corona.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
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