The Last Acorn

Shower bathe the dust. A soft cool breeze Flows through crust Of brown shed leaves, Others gently fall Like feathers Beneath the shade Of my old dad. He's a giant Among his kind; As I lie beneath his roots, His lad, the last acorn. Years, has passed With seasons changing; It seems like an eternity Mom was gone So, there are no flowers To pollinate Make more like me. Hungry squirrels Poke around, Fail, then tire, Their desire to get me, Drives them wild. With a fuss They flip their tails And go away, To come back Try again. Maybe I'll take root Make more fruit. 4/20/2020 The Last Acorn Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John lawless Oak trees are monoecious, meaning that they have male and female flowers on the same plant. Unlike many other flowering plants, however, they have separate male and female flowers. The male flowers produce pollen, while the female flowers produce eggs that will be fertilized once the flowers are pollinated.