The Honey Land Review
Spring 2009
Volume 1, Issue 2

    They’re anarchists, pacifists, disciples
    of Krishnamurti; vegan farmers, who built a house
    of stone, toiling in the quietness of routine labor,
    bartering blueberries and maple syrup for whatever
    they can’t grow.

    A piebald raptor is perched high in a tree
    chirping and piping, swooping down
    snatching fleeing varmints on the ground.
    Guardian of the farm the bird seems to sense
    the folks below tend the earth with mindful care.

    Organic tillers of the soil, they pick potato beetles
    off their crop to feed them to the chickens.
    She grinds flour to bake a daily bread. He harvests
    the woodlot for the winter ahead; evenings, a sip
    of home-made wine before curling up in bed.

    In the amber sun of light-filled leaves they rest
    in wordless grace intimately linked, one bone, one flesh,
    safely covered in rainbow-hued spun-silk, living a life
    free of toxic fumes and human greed.

    Growing old they kiss and hug each time they part
    in case they never meet again.
    Seasoned Tai Chi practitioners, supple spines bend,
    lithe as green branches swaying in the wind.

The Good Life
Milton Ehrlich
MILTON EHRLICH is a psychologist, born in 1931, who fell in
love with writing poems a few years ago. So far he has published a
few dozen poems in periodicals such as the Toronto Quarterly,
Wisconsin Review, Journal Of New Jersey Poets, Kenwood Review,
Pegasus, Timber Creek Review, Xanadu, Dream Fantasy
International, Parnassus Literary Journal,  Poetica Magazine,
Christian Science Monitor, and The New York Times.
Photo By S.N. Jacobson