Me And My Olive Tree Poem by Omar Osman Jabak

I'm Syrian, from the Middle East,
Where olives make so big a feast.
And olive oil goes with every meal,
And black dried olives conceal,
A great taste a few can feel!
Olive trees we know are very old,
Older than all that has been told.
How calm the eyes, how so olive-green
Just like olive trees, so evergreen!
Seven years gone, no see, no smell!
So great the pain! No one can tell!
Like draws to like, and this we know.
Oh, my Olive Tree, we share the ‘O'!
I pray to see, to smell and taste,
To speak and hark before too late.
Or when I die, I rest in peace.
Surrounded by my olive trees.

10/11/2017