Acorns
Little heads
Without their faces,
Wearing hats,
Going places.
If I don’t write often, I feel rusty. It can be hard to scrape the rust off. I need to read my favorite children’s poets, and I need to go out for a walk. I feel the rhythm of my footsteps, and I look for things to write about. I take my notebook with me and write down ideas and phrases. Yesterday, when I was out walking, I saw acorns all over the sidewalk. This is what they made me think of.
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(c) 2012 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved
I’m glad you found those acorns, & wrote just right about them, Liz. “little faces’ reminds me of the dolls we could make with them, tiny little things. Thank you!
We’re going to have a lot of fatso squirrels in NH this year. It’s definitely the year of acorns.
So simple, yet so fun and full of imagery! I find these short poems to be sometimes harder to write than the longer ones.
I love that sweet little poem! Kids always like those acorns and this poem is so fun! I am going to share it with my guys. Thanks for posting!
Last year we filled yardwaste can after yardwaste can full of acorns. This year is a non-production year for our oak…and I don’t miss them.
Love your poem. I’m all about brevity.
I am feeling rusty these days. Hoping to write something today to help “scrape the rust off.”
Love the acorn poem!