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JOSIE'S POEMS
Tr e e P o e m s
By Josie Whitehead
THE OAK
TREE'S STORY
By Josie Whitehead
An acorn fell down to the ground
And left its mother tree,
But this was not the end for him,
As you will quickly see.
A squirrel, searching for some nuts,
Soon saw the acorn there.
He carried it in his small mouth
And buried it with care.
He knew in winter there’s no food,
But he’d return again,
And with his acorn buried now
He ran off down the lane.
The acorn slept through winter’s months
Safe in the snowy ground,
For the squirrel had forgotten it
With all the nuts he’d found.
The spring arrived with sunny days
And grey skies turned to blue,
And from the acorn in the soil,
A tiny sapling grew.
Quite undisturbed it slowly grew
And then became a tree.
The seasons seemed to come and go
As quickly as could be.
An oak tree now lived in our world -
A tree both tall and strong -
And birds now nested in this oak
And sang their cheerful song.
The squirrel who had stored the nut
Had died some years before,
But, thanks to his one tiny deed,
An oak tree grew for sure.
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