How Did It Come About Poem by shimon weinroth

used to graze our cattle there
the sheep walked that path
horse chose to water near
then for many years motor cars

I parked in that spot
no one asked for duties and tithes
traffic ticket pinned to the truck
how did it come about

that same spot not glad to greet me
no longer welcome,
it goes against my beliefs
paying fines for something so unjust

I hope to wake, to times gone by -
when the next door neighbour will stop to chat
pass the time of day,
I stopped there before,