The other day, my husband and I were out for a walk enjoying the gorgeous fall colors. When my husband suggested we look for acorns, a faint memory popped into my mind.
I was four or five years old. My mother had taken us either to the woods or maybe it was a park to look for acorns. I don't know if we walked on pine needles or if everything in my poem actually happened. I do remember taking home leaves, acorns, and pinecones. Autumn has always been my favorite season, and I'm grateful for this memory.
A big thank you to Bridget at wee words for wee ones for hosting this week's Poetry Friday.