The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs …

The fig-tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. Song of Solomon 2:13 It is Autumn, and the season has nature in its grip. Leaves change from a subtle green to various shades of yellow, orange and…

You Have Your Lebanon And …

You Have Your Lebanon And I Have My Lebanon  (Written After The First World War, In The 1920’S) You have your Lebanon and its dilemma. I have my Lebanon and its beauty. Your Lebanon is an arena for men from the West and men from the East. My Lebanon is a flock of birds fluttering…