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.
Categories:
valko, seasons, tree,
Form: Personification
Weather Forecast
A chance of indigestion,
heartburn and fatigue,
probable congestion
from some unknown intrigue
Aches along the lower south,
fading memories,
new dentures fogging up our mouths,
replacements for our knees.
Clouding in the eyeballs,
hair that’s white and thin,
a front of skin that’s falling,
a chance of passing wind
Occasional high pressures,
hot flashes and cold spells,
computer class refreshers
enigmatic smells
In synopsis for the New Year,
I’m sure we’ll all agree,
we’ll rise awake 4 times each night
just to take a pee!
© 2018 Judith Valko
Categories:
valko, age, humor, old, weather,
Form: Rhyme