Image and text by Rick McVicar
An acorn stuck to a dog’s back.
He would whimper and scratch,
But could not fend off the attack
Of a seedling’s roots that took hold.
The roots were strong and bold.
Soon branches would appear
With buds that attracted deer.
The dog barked out his fear,
But the tree kept growing high,
Reaching up to the sky.
The dog was popular at the park,
Young lads climbed on the tree’s bark.
They would swing from branch to branch,
The dog would smile with glee.
They were all giddy and happy.
This story’s a little silly.