Acorns
Acorns line the yard,
proud stoic soldiers
protecting homeland,
women, and children.
Burnt-brown caps askew
on beige chilly heads
awaiting the rush
of Autumn’s medley.
Aural leaves riffle,
padding the rough path
with scarlet flutters
of fallen heroes.
Eyes now unseeing
feeding from the loam
in hopes Spring will root
life from sacrifice.
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