An acorn falls
down onto the green
with old oak leaves , around and between
there it sits, there, all alone
alongside the conker, or odd pine cone
food for the squirrels, or feathered birds maybe
more likely planted to become a new tree.
Ode to an Acorn
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Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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