Nuts Poem by Phil Soar

Nuts



Expressionless, he sat there counting nuts upon the ground
Unable to remember if they were all that he had found
He'd buried them the year before, when they were quite abundant
And sought to find them once again, now Summer was redundant

Thursday, February 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: Nature
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