Omar Jabak Poet Verse

Me and My Olive Tree

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

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David Smith March 31, 2020 at 5:51 AM A special poem about a special tree. All the best from David in NZ Omar Jabak March 31, 2020 at 11:51 AM Thank you David for your special comment. I appreciate it. Have a pleasant evening.

Silent One November 9, 2017 at 4:23 PM Brilliant poem Omar... Keep the faith my friend... Omar Jabak November 9, 2017 at 4:26 PM Thank you. Faith is unshakable. Without it, the heart would break!

Correagndslkhsj Loaifhshfasjkh November 9, 2017 at 4:08 PM Nice! I could never write this well even if I tried. Omar Jabak November 9, 2017 at 4:27 PM Thank you very much. We write what we feel. We have no control over this; we are the medium of this expression.