In this toy littered Garden I tend to <br />scan the background. Long moments <br /> <br />spent staring at the Evergreens <br />as they bend and bow in the wind. <br /> <br />Sometimes when the Garden is not <br />enough for tired little minds I watch <br /> <br />The seagulls dart towards the earth <br />before gliding over fence and frames. <br /> <br />Today I took note of the Olive tree that <br />stands just a little from my smoking seat. <br /> <br />There in silent glory it waited. on its fragile <br />branches tiny green rock hard unformed <br /> <br />olives clung. And for all of thirty seconds <br />I considered ringing him, a way to break <br /> <br />the year long silence, A reminder of his <br />parting gift. Being the man I am I closed <br /> <br />the door on tree and thought and <br />awarded myself a self pitying sigh.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-olive-tree-has-olives-father/
