The mountain climber with his athletic beauty
And his golden heart
He is set out early in the morning
For his morning walk towards the mountains.
On his shoulders, he carries the green bag filled with food
And a flask of refreshing water.
Lassie, the dog runs lively.
She is ahead of him.
The uphill road
Is too narrow and too tiring.
A gentle wind caresses their faces
And the birds are welcoming them in singing.
Uphill on the giant snow-white rock
They sit to eat their breakfast.
From the flask, they drink it's refreshing water.
They glorify the Lord.
The mountain climber sees the Lord straight in the eye.
He has pure eye.
The nature is his life.
The nature is his relaxation.
From up high, he curses the wickedness of the world.
His voice echoes.
The butterflies land to rest.
The butterflies rest on the shoulder of the mountain climber.
In loving Memory of our unforgettable father
AVRAAM BOSSOTAS (1908-1987)