THE CARER

THE CARER read by the author

In amongst the mighty Wood

He came across a little tree

And as a questing Pilgrim should

Said "why so small pray tell me"

"Trodden on when I was young"

The little tree replied in pain

"Ground into ground, splashed and flung"

"Abused, Forgotten is my name"

"But I survived as you can see

Perhaps deserved abusing so

Even the fruit as grown by me

Is stunted by rejection flow"

So the Pilgrim took a fruit

Astounded at the sweetness rare

Teased out through that special root

That never had had kindness care

Carer elect looked at the child

Compassion stirred within the breast

Said, "time enough out in the wild

Come here to me and take a rest"