the hex

The Hex.

 

 

Where the village lane meets the main road there was

an ugly olive tree that looked like two crippled old men

trying helping each across the road, petrified by cars,

I used to stop and talk to the tree old but still bore fruit;

now it has been chopped down and will end up as winter

wood. No. I’m not a tree hugger but it annoyed me that

it was cut down as it was not in any ones way.

An old woman came down the lane she had a long nose

with a big hairy wart on and a sack of wood slung on her

crocked back. “Tell me dear woman, why was this tree

executed? “Because it was ugly looked like two old men

trying to help each other across the road”, she said and           

toothlessly laughed.