A tiny elf lives in Grandma's olive tree
He sits and stares and winks at me
Where he goes nobody knows
But he loves that old tree.
Those old gnarls and knots
Hold so many tales
Trees loads with their spots
And cozy up with snails.
They play and play and play
The live long day
Til day draws to a close
When they return to their pose
In that dear old tree.
Patricia J. Kelly
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-grandma-s-garden/
