Acorns In Parking Lots by Charles J Hannan Where oh where did that forest go Mr. squirrel lived there And so did old toad Full of birds and plants and sneaky little snakes I see now what those companies make A day started out with the sound of the crows And through the tall trees You heard the wind blow Chipmunks would dance in and out of the brush But now it's all flat as a can that is crushed With all these animals needing a home No wonder they're dying For somewhere to roam It's hard for them to eat from our trendy little spots Try foraging for acorns in open parking lots 08/14/2003 Posted on 08/14/2003 Copyright © 2024 Charles J Hannan Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/18/03 at 04:45 PM A poem for our times Charles. Well expressed! Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/21/08 at 06:39 PM this is great, charles! the rhythm was perfect and man, how true. poor little animals. and acorns in parking lots. that's a great image. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)