The Acorns Are Falling Poem by Juan Olivarez
The Acorns Are Falling
The acorns are falling,
From the mighty oak.
They cover the ground,
The grass fairly choke.
All over the yard,
They can be seen.
Most of them brown,
A few of them green.
Some of these acorns,
Will grow up to be,
Giant live oaks,
Magnificent trees.
The acorns are falling,
Like little brown tears.
I can hear winter calling,
It's that time of year.
11/12/10 Alton Texas
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