Another poem

watercolor sketch of people, camels, palm trees, pyramids, riverThe Beach of Acre The camel train moves slowly in the dawn Across the ivory crescent of the beach; Dark shapes against a sky of pearl and fawn, Where darker silhouettes of palm trees reach. They bring gold oranges and silk and myrrh; Candles they bring, and incense for a shrine; Tributes for every humble worshiper Of three religions of an ancient line. Here is the past made visible anew, -- Shapes of antiquity, and high above This shore of ancient hope; through heaven's blue, Flash suddenly the pinions of a dove. This is the path the old crusaders came, -- Godfrey of Bouillon, a remembered name. - Mary Brent Whiteside

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