By the Sea of Galilee

Father, son, and daughter
Sit by water; the Sea of Galilee.
She strains her father's string of thought
With talk of agorot.

And though the dad gives him
His last shekel,
The son still wants to heckle.

Palms by the sea
Calm the sight with tranquility
As shadows cross the Golan heights.

Gulls escort the boat to shore.
For mere morsels
They show off for
Tourists who gladly give them more.

                        C.S. Cholas, March 17, 1996