The Acorn
Don’t let me go, the acorn pleads
As it clings to its branch.
But I must.
Why? I will fall to the forest floor,
I will become fodder for all,
Or rot into the ground.
Yes… or…?
Or what?
Or you will sprout, and become,
And someday have this talk
With your own acorns.
But what if I do not sprout?
What if I just fall?
Then your fate
Would be the same as it would be
If I never let you go.
© Pete McKechnie
About the Author
Many years ago, Pete McKechnie found an interest in short fiction while attending UMCP. At that time, Poetry was not the venue of choice. That changed in the mid ‘90’s, when poetry became his chosen form of expression. He has always been most at home within the natural world, and it is the natural world which brings much of his inspiration for writing. Many years of studying and teaching Shamanic meditation deepened his connection, and influences most of his writings. Pete McKechnie currently lives in the Potomac Highlands of West Virginia, where silent walks through the forest and around his ponds bring both connection and inspiration.
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He inspires me every day of my life. I’m his mom, and could not have been more honored in my life than to give birth to him.
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