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.
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