Alte-zachen
They used to shout.
It was
father
and son
Who had
come
across from Qalquilia
To
facilitate
early-days
recycling.
Ambushing
Yiddish
And Hebrew,
Transmogrified
Into Arabic.
Their
donkey
was close to its end;
staggering in the heat.
Melting
Tarmac
And
Heat haze
Wavering.
No one was quite sure how to act.
Dr Rod’s Odd Blog (almondemotion) 
Lovely poem Rods x
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It doesn’t look an easy life. Local r and b man gave balloon, so children were soon there with ‘rag’ of some sort. Still not sure of Qalquila?
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It’s a Palestinian town in the West Bank
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Thankyou!
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