The olive tree looked so bare-
The branches blank with no care.
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At one time the trees were small-
Tiny branches that didn’t stand tall.
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As they grew the black olives began to appear-
Both in the front and the back of the field.
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It was getting to be that time of the year-
When the picking was ripe and the ending would
be clear.
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Each one was carefully picked and set-
In the farmer’s well worn basket.
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And then off to market the black olives went-
The work paid off, it was time well spent.
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Fresh ones were bought right on site-
To make olive oil, in both dark and light.
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Others were canned and stacked on the store shelves-
So that customers could purchase them, they could
Just help themselves.
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It was time for celebration and the black olive stands out-
Thanksgiving dinner is what this was all about.
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The can would be opened, releasing its wondrous smell-
Obviously I love black olives as one can easily tell.
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Put into large deep bowls, things just wouldn’t
Have the same feel-
All those fixings without black olives at the
Thanksgiving meal.
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We all know that the turkey is the one that gets all the glory-
But those little black olives come close and have been proven
By both judge and jury.
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The olive tree looked so bare-
The branches blank with no care.
-2015-