Acorn - Poem by David Taylor
Pooh sat under the spreading oak tree, his crayons and notebook next too him.
He had been drawing a picture of the oak tree until he found he was rather uncomfortable
and discovered it was because he'd been sitting on an acorn.
Pooh looked at the acorn for a while, then placed it between his teeth and bit it.
'Pooh' said Christopher Robin as he put down his book,
'what are you doing? You don't usually eat acorns.'
'Oh I'm not eating it' said Pooh 'I want to look inside it.'
'Why do you want to do that Pooh? ' Asked Christopher Robin.
'I remember you told me' said Pooh 'that if you put an acorn
in the ground then an oak tree grows out of it, and I'm looking
inside to find the oak tree Christopher Robin. But I can't find it.'
'I see' said Christopher Robin, 'I think the acorn just knows how to make an oak tree
Pooh, and it uses all the food in the ground and the rain and sun to make it.'
'Oh' said Pooh, 'its a very clever acorn, much cleverer than I am Christopher Robin.'
'You can draw a very nice oak tree with your crayons Pooh' said Christopher Robin.
'Hmm' said Pooh, 'but how does an acorn know how to make an oak tree Christopher Robin? '
'At Sunday school' said Christopher Robin 'we were told that God makes everything,
perhaps God is inside the acorn Pooh.'
'I can't see God inside here Christopher Robin', said Pooh looking even more intently.
'Did God make me Christopher Robin? ' Asked Pooh.
'That is a very good question Pooh', said Christopher Robin.
Pooh sat very still and quiet for a long time.
'What are you doing now Pooh? ' asked Christopher Robin.
'I'm looking inside' said Pooh 'to see if I can find God.'
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