" . . . The Acorn's Tale"

Oak acorn, Quercus Robur
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I fell suddenly, silently, without purpose or net
No fear, no tear, just another obscure acorn.
Landing harshly, I lay quietly ne'er making a sound
Only an obscure acorn laying on the ground.

Time crept o'er me as I slept a sleep so still
Young lads, the rascal imps, got a secret thrill.
Throwing rocks at feeding deer up a grassy hill
Then rolling, laughing taking childish spill.
I'm only a thankful acorn laying here still.

The lads grew to men ne'er came again
While I felt black sod pushing me down.
Brown hat, coat, looking so proud.
I am only an acorn growing proudly in the ground.

Summer rains, winter pains, freezing to the touch
Some of those like me gave up life they loved much.
But still I grew, tasted *Her dew, felt resurrection so new
No longer an acorn beast's teeth can chew.

Time again crept somehow slowing without reason
Ne'er speaking my name as seasons grew then faded.
I wondered at why *She made such a grotesque piece
Limp, shape so skimp, not fit for a cripple's limp.

I forget just when I stopped yearning to know why
If I, once nameless acorn, would stand then die.
Storms came, lover's maimed ne'er asked if they could
Sit staring in hearts of sickness, pressed hard against my wood.

Time then spoke one blustery eve with clouds to poke
"Shun your fearful look--stand proud you've roots to dote
Only now you will soon be with fires men stoke
No more acorn laying in the sod,
But a majestic Oak, an humble Oak, no more steps to trod."

* Her, She - - metaphors for Mother Nature.

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lupine 5 months ago from Southern California (USA)

Kenneth, great and dramatic! You brought it to life. All things, no matter how small, like a little acorn, are important on this earth. Your friend always.

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Jodah 5 months ago from Queensland Australia

Kenneth, A wonderful poem describing the humble begins of an acorn that became a mighty oak. I always love your poetry. You may enjoy reading my poem "My Friend the Oak." It has a similar theme.

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kenneth avery 5 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author


Sure thing, my friend. When finished here, I am off to your Hub Site.

Thanks so much for your nice and warming comment.

You are such a Great Friend.


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kenneth avery 5 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Dear Lupine,

You are so sweet to leave me such a warm comment. Thank you sincerely.

It is comments by you and all of my Sweet Followers that fuel my wanting to be on HP for a very long time.

Thank you again. And write me anytime.

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Prisana 5 months ago from Thailand and Colorado

Beautiful! I once thought the same while eating a mango on acid in Boulder when I was 15 yrs old. You've inspired me to write The Mango's Tale.

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kenneth avery 5 months ago from Hamilton, Alabama Author

Hey, Prisana,

Thank you so much for the sweet words. I appreciate you so much. Have a peaceful, stress-free day.

And write me anytime.

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bravewarrior 4 months ago from Central Florida

I do so love the mighty oak. Poor little acorn didn't know how grand he was, did he?

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    Kenneth has a taste for abstract/prose poetry as well as the comical side of life. His 23-years in the newspaper has served him well.

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