Olive lived just down the street
Not very far from the ocean and beach
She spent her days mostly alone
She liked quiet time…time on her own.

She liked to paint, she liked to sing
She enjoyed talking about most anything.
She liked to whistle, she played the flute
She was never bored,  always something to do.

Her house was small and rather eclectic
The pace she maintained was never hectic
She had beaded doors and lots of dream catchers
Several  chimes and an array of  feathers.

She played woodland music with waterfalls
She had fountains everywhere, for  nature called
Birds were heard chirping, lions roared
I wondered what the all the jars were for.

I later learned,  she made strawberry jam
Cared for  the animals and wouldn’t eat ham
She wore hippie attire, flip flops and  hats
She took care of the strays,  the dogs and the cats.

She burned incense and candles throughout the day
Her home was inviting, you wanted to stay
The setting  so comfortable,  you felt  so relaxed
You hoped you’d be welcome, you hoped you’d be back.


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Youtube:  SUMMER BREEZE by Seals & Croft



Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

10 thoughts on “OLIVE”

    1. Glad you liked my poem. I’m missing Woodstock, NY! Moved to Florida six years ago. Longing to go back, but taxes are high and the weather is cold. Yes, SUMMER BREEZE brings back pleasant thoughts. Hope you have a Magical Day! Thanks for commenting. 💙

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      1. I see, you are in the land of gators and big snakes… 🙂 my son and family live in Deland, Fla… Woodstock has rubbed off on me, much go the dismay of others!… have a wonderful day today and every day!…

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