Sunday, May 22, 2016

France Revisited

  

 


 

If, by chance,
you visit France
and want to have fun -
go south to the sun.

The blue sea will dazzle,
the pizza has basil,
a festival in Cannes,
and you can work on your tan.

A market, an old city,
the shops are so pretty,
the people are nice,
so - take my advice!


Thursday, May 12, 2016

The Naughty Sheep



Last night 
I couldn't get to sleep
and decided to try 
counting some sheep.

I got all the way up 
to number ten,
when one run off
and I had to start again.


Tomorrow and for the whole of next week
I will be in France.
I will miss you all.

Friday, April 29, 2016

A Morning Walk in Tel Aviv

 

10 reasons why it is sometimes nice
to be a tourist in your own country:

1. The natives all speak your language.

2. You have your car with you. And you know where to park it.

3. However well you know a place,
there is always something new to discover.

4. There is a chance you'll meet a friend along the way,
hopefully someone you've not seen for ages.

5. There is a chance you'll make a new friend.

6. No airport security, no plane delays, no jet-lag.

7. And you can buy anything you want!
No luggage limitations.

8. If you're not in an exploring mood
you sit yourself in a coffee shop and just stay there.
You can always come back.

9. Traffic jams on the way home?
Well, if you don't have your music with you, water and a snack
you really should have planned better.

10. At the end of the day you sleep in your own bed.


Friday, April 15, 2016

Be It Ever So Humble


A little snail
was feeling strange,
restless and bored
he needed some change.

He didn't at all
like the feel of gravel,
but still decided it was
time to travel.

He thought he'd go big
and travel abroad,
in short - he decided
to cross the road.

The countryside was deserted
night began to fall,
and the snail started crossing
at a leisurely stroll.

He enjoyed the quiet,
and the cool evening air,
the scent of wild flowers
that hung everywhere.

All was going well
when suddenly, from afar,
he was sure that he heard
the sound of a car.

He'd dawdled too long
now it was morning,
and traffic appeared
without any warning.

Hurrying to cross
dodging an early commuter,
he was almost run over
by a guy on a scooter.

The snail finally crossed
and collapsed without breath,
thinking he'd avoided
a sad and painful death:

"I carry my home with me
and it sure is good luck,
cause one thing's for certain -
I'm not crossing back!"


Featured: Winter's last craft -
a crochet blanket modeled by a handsome assistant,
my nephew Tomer.


Tuesday, April 5, 2016

The Dancing Elephant


There was an elephant
who liked to dance,
at least he would have 
if given a chance.

He's been asking around
and scoring zero -
nobody wanted
to dance with our hero.

The ostrich said:
"his feet are too big -
while mine are narrow
and long like a twig."

The monkeys decided
he had no rhythm,
and wouldn't hear of
dancing with him.

The elephant went home
his spirit blown,
it's just no fun
when you're dancing alone.

Mama elephant said:
"don't worry my son,
you father and I
will see to the fun."

"a sweet elephant girl
just moved next door,
we'll invite her over
and dance up the floor."

The elephant Nina
was ready to dance,
she knew some steps - 
samba, disco and trance.

Papa cleared the room
(they all had big feet)
and mama brought fruit
for something to eat.

The parents showed
the young ones the tango,
then they all waltzed 
and ate some mango.


Featured: This exotic elephant
will decorate a lunch bag
(or end up in the unfinished pile).


Monday, March 28, 2016

A Time for Every Season

 

In a quiet garden, 
sitting on a tree,
a bird got to talking 
with a busy bee.

The bee wanted to know: 
tell me, my dear -
what is your favorite 
time of the year?

The bird thought deeply 
season by season,
wanting to impress
the bee with her reason.

She thought of the hope
and the promise of spring;
of the lazy heat
that summer will bring.

Of autumn's lovely colors,
all smokey and gold;
and the cruel beauty
of the harsh winter's cold.

She thought of happy singing
when summer is bright,
and finding a cozy shelter
for the winter's night.

And finally she said
let me answer, dear:
my favorite must always be
the time that is here.


Featured: weekend photos taken in
the time that is here -
glorious spring.