Under the Olive Tree
By BBennettJ • May 23rd, 2007 • Category: Poems
Under the Olive Tree
Under the olive tree
I sat, I watched, I listened
Through scorching heat of summer
And biting wintry winds
At harvest time the olives fell
Drumming out their plight
Abandoned, they were cast away
Forsaken, no one gathered them
A waste, while ambitious men nearby
Ran to catch the wind.
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