Boughs berserk <br />Spin one hill <br />Into space <br />Standing still <br />Olive trees race <br /> <br />On the field below <br />Moulded white oxen <br />Ponder each furrow <br />A man behind them <br />Cries Via, Via<br /><br />Samuel Menashe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscape-14/
