An ill Oak
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An acorn fell
From the heights
Of a contaminated oak
Dry fallen leaves
Muffled it’s contact
To the ground
On a chill autumn day
A squirrel ate it
Died
No one in the wilderness
Heard her final cries
THIS IS SO TRUE, WILLIAM...WE ARE THE 'OAKS' IN THIS WORLD AND WE MUST STRIVE NOT TO BE 'ILL OAKS'. FOR SICK OAKS FEED 'CONTAMINATED NUTS' TO OTHERS...CAUSING THEM TO DIE...IN ONE WAY OR THE OTHER. I LOVED THIS METAPHOR, WILLIAM...WELL DONE! THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I gotta feel sorry for the tree & any homes that are nearby when it falls over...e
Reviewed by RWE SAYS BYE (Reader)
Reviewed on June 23, 2013
Jerry's philosophical conundrum aside, this one puts a fresh face on an age-old enigma: when is acorn not a corn? And of course, the answer is when it's a corny line -- that'll kill you!
Sick jokes aside, William... this is one pithy, plaintive parable.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
but the squirrel went to the nest
nourished her babies...
Circles of Life Living
Vickie
I pray that is NOT Your heart!
Lady Vivian
Anna
Best wishes, neerja
Sick jokes aside, William... this is one pithy, plaintive parable.
Roger
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
But you know somehow wild animals know what not to eat, unlike their human counterparts.
~W~
budd