The Little Fig Poem by Juan Olivarez
The Little Fig
I
From a big fig tree,
I took a twig.
That was bare to see,
And it became a little fig.
That I watched in it's infancy.
II
That bare little twig,
In the moist, rich, ground,
Grew into a fig,
So big around.
III
And the sweetest figs,
Now do abound,
On the bare little twig,
I stuck in the ground.
McAllen Regional Hospital, McAllen Texas 8/16/10
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