Wednesday, September 24, 2008


There are secrets hidden in acorns,
Embedded deep in the bitter nut.

Squirrels, too busy for secrets,
Gather them as they may
And bury them in the ground.

There, forgotten secrets sprout,
Grow toward the light
And tell the world loud and green
In the language of the trees,
What secrets lie in acorns.

(I wrote this poem in high school)