Raining
Raining acorns, plentiful supply
Trees of the forest feed
Squirrels, deer, field rats, chipmonks eat
Some are cracked and reseed
Those acorns that pour in the yard
A nuisance can truly be
Slipping hazzard, trees come up galore
But the shade of that tree
Shade that cools a larg area
On those hot summer days
Thanks should be spoken for that gift
And for a place to play
Good and bad in everything
From nature to mankind
Let me be thankful for the good
And the bad not to mind
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2015
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