He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
by Terry Donovan
He stood and stared in awe.
Should he laugh or should he cry?
He leaned against the door.
He loved the smell of Brussel sprouts,
By far his favourite veg.
He'd sometimes pinch them off the plate
Of his step-brother, Reg.
But even so, the die was cast,
He heard the tree tops sway.
Not surprising, he looked stunned
And just...............walked away.