The fingered leaves are
cheering on a twittering parade.
Covered in thick, crackled skin,
they stand clumped together;
As if each acorn fell from
the same Grandfather Oak,
may he rest in peace.
Straight, black lines -
a platoon of footmen
saluting the sky,
with skinny roots scratching at the hillside.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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