Ayesh Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Ayesh

Reading of the Huron
With Brits, America
And mass of "Blood Lakes"
And the guns and bootleg
(Either worse than other,
Saw brutal effects!)

As always, flew on
The wings of the lost time
Went too far, to Iran.

There I saw what I read
Of Huron, the people
That lived by great lake
On the land and with land
That used it for hunt, farm.

They ploughed to sow seed
And harvest, store, eat…

"Like a man, mother, kid
The land, too, has a need
For resting and sleep."

They said and practised;
The farm was abandoned
For a year, or some years.

Then-after they returned
To their own, old mother.

Had seen same in the farm
Not too far, off Shiraz.

They left land to relax,
After years, to revive.

Doing this was respect
To mother, after birth;
And the act had a name
(Simply named: "Ayesh.")