The Vision

The Vision

I tried to sow some grass

And plant an olive grove

My garden soon grew to fruition

 And for a while

Everyone believed I was a bit of a

Capability Brown

 until the

'Madding Crowd'

Returned and 

 Devoured The dream

Surprisingly the grass remained 

Green in the places where the 

Holes had not been quarried 

For mud pies and the sticks and leaves collected to construct dams to hold back the river ravines worked well to collect the puddles

The majority of the trees are still standing

A few have been 

defoliated 

Stripped bare of leaves

Other's have been completely decapitated to make 

Bow and arrows and

the tree stakes make very good fighting swords for small boys.

I know all my hard work was not in vain

I can only smile

when I am gifted

To say thank you

A mud ball composed

of leaves and crushed olives..

Avie..