Acorny Day in Boitsfort!

A word on acorns: burnished brown

These graceful ‘goblets’ tumble down

As autumn yields its rich increase

Where piglets, let loose, liked to feast!*

 

The noble oak supplies rich seed;

Our woodlands have an urgent need

For saplings that will reach full height

Provided they have ample light.

 

The Forester explains anew

To his bucket-laden crew

How to scoop these glossy gems;

So, each of us now carefully bends

And runs his bucket through the pile

Removing crisped-up leaves a while

And fills tough white sacks to the brim;

In 90 minutes – we’re all in!

 

Round the sack-filled truck we wait;

A job well done; we celebrate!

A pair of clicks records our deeds

Will forests burgeon from these seeds?

(c) Poet in the Woods 2022

* Known as "pannage"