Acorn Plops

An acorn plopped down from a tree
And hit the deck right next to me.
It joined some others waiting for
A stronger breeze to drop some more.

It almost bounced upon my head;
I'm glad it found the porch instead
For it came down with so much force 
I'd have a bump, but it changed course.

The squirrels must be set to dash
And round these up for winter's stash.
I sit outside, relax and wait
As acorn plops reverberate.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Adams Avatar
October 14, 2018 at 2:17 PM
When I was hitch-hiking (A million years ago) a nut fell on my head and yes it hurt and left a bump. When I looked up a squirrel was chattering like laughter at me! We see them a lot because they steal the bird seed! Well written and rhymed as usual!...pat
Wolf Avatar
October 7, 2018 at 1:01 PM
What a title! What a clincher! … This one certainly reverberates with me, Ilene!
Leffanta Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 6:50 PM
Lucky you! Acorns are an Apache staple, so you should be able to find acorn stew receipts on line. Bon appetite! Aloha! Rico
Callus Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 3:01 PM
What about a crash helmet, Ilene:) What a cute sweet poem this is! Alas, we have no squirrels in Malta; luckily I came across several on my trips abroad, and shared some food with a couple of them. Regards // paul
Marcum Wong Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 12:38 AM
I miss seeing the antics of the squirrels Ilene. We don't have any here in Hawaii. I enjoyed reading this sweet poem! : )
Johnson Avatar
September 29, 2018 at 8:22 PM
Miss wizard of words. Such joy to read you. :)
Bauer Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 6:04 AM
That is the sweetest comment, Robert! Thank you so much for being so supportive...
Allison Avatar
September 29, 2018 at 6:55 PM
What a charming poem Ilene. When I was young I used to love collecting acorns and their little 'cups'. not seen an acorn for many a year and we have no squirrels here!:-) hugs jan xx
Bauer Avatar
September 30, 2018 at 6:06 AM
Thank you, Jan! I always see tourists in the city taking pictures of squirrels and have to remind myself that they don't live everywhere...
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