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From the Journal of Travel |
I met a well-to-do-citizen of
Modern Baghdad.
We had coffee in his two-storied house.
The hookah pipe steamed and the crimson fumes rose.
From the special room, we left to go into a sacred area of old
tradition.
Up a tower of one million steps we rested and from the summit
gazed over the immensity of the desert.
We watched wave after wave, the flocks pass toward new
pastures; black goats and sheep were followed by their
shepherds, who walked like kings.
At noon the wandering tribe passed and the desert became silent.
The wind swept unrestrained over the plain and the sands of the
forefathers crumbled under our feet.
Looking back, I think no one going around the world should
miss out on stopping at the original or the earliest of hospitality’s
evidence.
copyright 2006
Lee Richard
Kirsten |
