From Little Acorns

From Little acorns
One morning the little acorn opened up his eyes,
He looked down and all around in astonishment and surprise.
Ho felt the comforting branches rock back and forth and sway
He really liked this movement it comforted him on this his birthday.
As he looked down to the ground
He saw a squirrel looking up.
But he felt safe and secure in his snug fitting acorn cup.
The months went on and he was happy swaying in the breeze
He even had an acorn sister to dance with in the leaves.
They talked together way up high in the great oak tree
They caught the sun and got a tan 
They didn’t know the squirrel could see.
One day a great wind did blow
It ripped through all the trees,
It caught the acorn up there hiding, in between the leaves.
The little acorn was torn away from his sisters’ side,
The wind did take the acorn in its grasp, and threw him far and wide
The acorn battled with the wind throwing him all around
Then he came to settle, and found he was on the ground.
He laid there for a long time the leaves all covering him
He was beginning to get soggy, and his skin began to thin
The squirrel walked past him one day buteven he didn’t fancy him.
The acorn was bereft he was beginning to rot
The worms moved underneath him, the dirt built up on top.
One day when he was so sad when he felt a strange move
It was not the worms below him, and not the squirrel above
He had almost given in and admitted to defeat
But the strangest thing happened, he thought he was growing feet
His arms thrust up, his feet dug down; his head broke into the bright daylight
He was growing he could feel it, so he pressed on with all his might.
He grew and grew his branches spread, he was the tallest all around
Then he felt trembling in him and little acorns did abound
Now he was a mighty oak, he was happy as can be 
He looked around and realised, he wasn’t just a tree
He was complete he noticed, new acorns hung from every limb
One day they would drop down to the ground, and grow up just like him.

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Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

Date: 11/17/2012 9:55:00 AM

Dear Mandy, Soup Mail in a minuteLOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER...Harry

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

Date: 11/17/2012 9:47:00 AM

Dear Mandy, Wow this is Awesome I have a POEM Called "Erstwhile Acorn" Mine started from falling on the Ground YOU have made me feel really great with this Superb POEM there might be hope that I to will become a POET if I can stand with the Greatness of YOUR Pen LOVE YOU ALWAYS and FOREVER YOUR Eternal (Young) Liege...Harry

Harry Horsman

Date: 9/26/2012 4:56:00 AM

one could interpretate this in many ways, the trama of growing up, etc . but the saga again captures many aspects of the theme, also the writer.. this is lovely, really lovely.. i like Tony's comments, and how he was the only one that knew you had something special, maybe i was suppose to come along after him...who knows??????????