LITTLE OLIVE

LITTLE OLIVE

With

a

mighty

slap, wicked

wind cracked clay pot and

toppled olive tree.

So, braving August elements,

blue booted, with pick and shovel,

I

go

to save

little tree.

‘There,

there!

It’s not

too windy.

I’ll find a sheltered place for you.

Here,

this

cherry

tree will be

company, true blue.’

With pick in hand I dig the hole,

spade out the dirt, it’s hard work.

Water works,

muddies earth.

Olive is crooning in the ground,

It’s a cozy spot I have found.

So

now,

Mister

August Gale,

roar around and spread your havoc.

Little Olive is safe and well.

She’s hidden in a fairy dell.

‘At

last’,

she sighs,

‘my roots are

free. Now, stronger I

shall ever

be. ‘

VGOW

07/07/17