Joseph Enright Poems
- The Acorn An acorn on an oak tree grew, The wind around him...
- Autumn Autumn came in multicolors last year, Fiery reds ...
- A Nonsence Is the moon lazy when it lies on its back? Was...
- Autumn Moon Oh Autumn moon Heavenly lantern in an angry sky,...
- The Frog A frog came in my house today, Uninvited, you ...
- Youth In the stillness of the night I lie and think of days ...
- The Foal Struggling to stand on wet green land, Mother ...
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An acorn on an oak tree grew,
The wind around him gently blew,
It whispered to him quite softly
'Some day from your mother
You will be free
To grow and be a mighty tree'
'Who'? 'Me'? A mighty oak'?
The little acorn thought this a joke.
Cruel autumn wind whistled round
And knocked the acorn to the ground.
A little girl passing by
The small acorn she did spy
She picked ot up but let it fall
Down a nearby rabbit hole.
All winter long it lay inside
Soon it withered and turned dry
In the springtime a shoot of green
From the ...