When one sees at a distance
His old country and home town,
He feels a joyous satisfaction.
Though it is full of ruins now
And overgrowth of trees and tall weeds,
And when he enters it he finds
But a tenth part remaining of the past,
Still he feels that satisfaction of yore.
How much more
When he sees what he saw,
And hears what he heard long ago. . .
All this is to him
Like a water tower sixty feet high
Exhibited in the open sight
In front of everyone
To be seen by none.
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Deborah
Ron