My Goliwog

A small black tree with dead fuzzy leaves
Tastes of the salty sweet air down at Glenelg Bay
A quiet black rock lying on my bed like islands on the sea
Smells like the cakes in the cafes up on Main Street
Feels like a raindrop falling from the sky soft, small and comes with many friends from all around
He is my goliwog to protect me at night and will always by my side.