But the fir tree forest and the rushes in the pond

Answer with a kind of strange echo …

Oh, if I’m waking the dead,

Forgive me, I can’t do otherwise:

I grieve for you as for my own,

And I envy anyone who weeps,

Who is able to weep in this terrible hour

For the one who lies in the ravine’s depth …

Anna Akhmatova (1938) …

Anna Akhmatova – Russian poet

I wonder if he will grow-up to be a Palestinian poet?

Yes, the garden at Oak Tree House, has fir trees, a pond and a babbling brook. Yes, I do feel guilty, some days, living in the security and beauty of this ‘little-Eden‘.