Olivia Ruth

Down at the village store, kept in a box, some old cat's eye marbles

And a fake silver fox

Clay pipes and candle wicks, a wooden toy car, a robot of tin that

Stands guard on the bar

Olivia will collect any old thing, a collection of folk songs that no

One can sing

Amelia says that she used to be wise, just now and then, there's a

Spark in her eyes

And when the sun came out she felt the force of the universe

And love was larger than anything warmed by the sun

The fields and rivers like melodies twisting the song

Inviting the storm clouds and blue skies to all sing along

Bottles of wine that have seen seven kings

Gardening gloves with some golden bull rings

A set of tin whistles enameled in green

Unknown glass portraits with cloths in between

Olivia Ruth is just fine in her ways

And everyone prays to the stars that she stays

A fully grown tree to a packet of seed

A shop that has everything you'll ever need.