The Last Acorn
The Last Acorn
© 2020 Judith Valko
Five little acorns fell from a tree
A squirrel nibbled two of them
Now there are three.
Three little acorns sitting on the ground
A child picked up two with hats
but I was never found.
I’m the only acorn
and though I’m all alone
hidden deep within the dirt…
a tiny seed is sown.
When springtime comes around
through the dirt, I'll poke
and grow up big and straight and strong
into a mighty oak.
Copyright © Judy Valko | Year Posted 2020
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