Question Marks by A. Paige White        Nervous? Marks                .                   .               .             .        .       .        . hop and stop to hope and hide more restful days in their acorn growing ways of bark with barks 11/15/2009 Author's Note: at me loving to watch three squirrels playing in the yard after leaving a trail of chewed acorns on the rocks by our frog pond. Posted on 11/15/2009 Copyright © 2024 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/18/09 at 06:44 PM Clever poem. We have a big bois d'arc tree in the back that produces what we call horse apples. They are the bane of my existence in the fall, but it is fun to watch the squirrels eating them, leaving the lime-green detritus behind. Glad you can enjoy the wonders of back yard nature and then share it with us. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/19/09 at 08:25 PM Hopping right in there to read with delighted wonder! 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)