Kathleen Johnson-Breakfield

(Stockton, CA, USA)

Father Squirrel (Dedicated To My Father) - Poem by Kathleen Johnson-Breakfield

I watch a squirrel outside in a tree,
he seems so alive and free,
hopping from one tree to the next one,
I watch and think what fun. Down the trunk to the ground,
scampering, hunting all a round,
until the nuts have been found,
back up the tree he goes,
while a gentle breeze blows,
tree to tree he leaps,
you can not even hear a peep. Into his home he goes,
the winter harvest he sows,
day by day he repeats these steps,
so his family will be well kept.

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  • (9/3/2008 4:36:00 AM)

    i love to observe a squirrel too. Nice poem (',) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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