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The Acorn's Secret
As last surviving acorn,
I hang about all day.
My skin is smooth and swarthy
Beneath a chic beret.
Horse chestnuts call me puny
But I don’t really care
For Mother shared a secret
Of which they’re unaware.
She said ‘Son just be patient
And hold your head up high
For one day you’ll have branches
That reach up to the sky.
The birds will serenade you
Throughout your lifelong days
And you’ll provide a shelter
For squirrels in their dreys.
Though wintry winds may batter,
We oaks will stand our ground
And one day, little acorn
Your splendour will astound.’
So now if others mock me
And label me a joke,
I chuckle, knowing some day
I’ll be that mighty oak.
18.04.20
The Last Acorn Poetry Contest -sponsored by John Lawless
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