Gathering

[Julia A Knaake]

Gathering

Listen! Listen! Quietly.
Hear The Continuous Deep Sounds.
Almost A Light Rumbling. A Rumbling.
Repeating Low And Steady.

Thrum! Thrum! Thrum!
The Olives Dropping From The Trees.
Green. Black. Brown. Maroon. Pinkish.
Into The Old Wood Collecting Bins.

Gently Hitting Each Another Many Times
The Colorful Olives Flew Steadily Into
The Wood Bins Creaking When They
Moved As Weight Became Heavy.

Air Being Pushed Through Machinery
Wheezed A High Pitch Sound Wafting
Down Through The Long Olive Groves
Buzzing As Bees All Through The Valley

Whirr. Whirr. The Sound Sped.
Quietly And Continually
Repeating Faster And Faster.
A Mesmerizing Sound.

The Sound Of Olives Being Shaken
Off The Trees During Gathering Time
Workers And Machines Shaking The Olive
Trees To Make Good Oil. Extra Virgin!

Machinery Running Continually
Sounds Like Bees Buzzing Over Head.
The Loud High Caterwaul ​Noise Wailed
In The Valley Through The Trees

The Leaves ​And Small Twigs ​Crackled
And Crunched Under Their Feet
As Workers Carrying Their Lunches
Climbing Up To The Orchard To Work

©Julia A Knaake

Harvesting the Olives by hand and old machinery

[Julia A Knaake]

Dear stressed friends

Sending prayers for you

To release the thoughts

Of anger from your mind. 

 

It is hard to forgive one

Who does  unwanted harm

 ( physical and /or mental)

To you and even others  

 

I was taught by my parents

That I should know better. 

That was difficult when I was

A child with a child's mind 

 

That I should know better

Why me the inexperienced child 

 As I aged growing much wiser

Gaining more knowledge 

 

Of the people interacted with 

The good and the ill-advised bad

 I understood the wisdom

 Of my very patient parents

 

© Julia A Knaake