On Palm Sunday

Soldiers resting under the palm trees in Iraq, near the town of Karmah.
(Photo from
Michael J. Totten’s foreign correspondence blog)

The children shout
We’re here! We’re here!
See their first palm
at Florida’s border.

Bodies relaxing
under palm trees;
the cooling breezes
Bora-Bora

Tall palms stand
outside of Baghdad
giving shade to weak and weary
drawing water from a well

tossing down the sheep skin bag
smiling when they hear the splash
water cold from in the earth
to slake the weak and weary’s thirst

A stranger in a stranger land
a soldier of the Western Empire
sits and watches weak and weary
camels, donkeys, palm trees, sand

while a Tampa palm he knows and loves
shades his momma in her yard
as she works and tends her garden
drawing water from a well

A donkey and a man approach;
a sudden breeze, the palm fronds clatter;
momma’s taking him to church
all dressed up in Sunday’s best

Soldier hears the high fronds chatter
as the palm trees wave and cheer
in his mind he hears hosanna
a man on a donkey drawing near

Soldier’s heard the song before
long ago and far away
remembers momma pinning palm
lovingly on his Sunday vest.

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http://www.michaeltotten.com/archives/2008/02/guns-in-the-des.php

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for those who have never heard the hymns of the Eastern church in Arabic

“God is with us.”

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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One Response to On Palm Sunday

  1. beetleypete says:

    A nice theme with the palms, Frank, and seamlessly worked together too.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 2 people

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