Nothing actually stands between saying, “The river sang,” and “It was as if the river sang,” other than a set of rigid rules that forbids the former from being more than a metaphor. -Fr. Stephen Freeman
Friday, November 04, 2011
Acorn
It captured my heart immediately.
When I was little, one of my piano pieces had the words,
I'm an acorn, small and round,
Lying on the cold, cold ground.
No one wants to pick me up
'Cause I'm such a little nut.
A drawing of a little acorn with a sad face accompanied the music. I think perhaps the acorn even had tears, though I may be wrong. At any rate, it made me sad, and I felt sorry for that little acorn in the two-dimensional world of my piano book!
I hadn't thought of that in years, but when I posted these photos, it came to mind. (And of course now I can't get the tune out of my mind!)
Well, maybe I made this acorn happy by bringing it into the cabin and keeping it with me and admiring its beautiful turning colors. It's home with me now, sitting by my computer monitor, completely brown by now.
Boy, after remembering that song, I don't know if I'll be able to get rid of it! The acorn, I mean.
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5 comments:
Love your song but I would pick up an acorn, I did so in fact at Walden Pond thinking it would grow into a beautiful oak one day
That's the beauty of small nuts, they contain the potential for wondrous things
Yes, yes. Nuts and seeds are simply amazing. Mind-boggling. And encouraging to small nuts like myself who hope to have the potential for wondrous things. Or at least good things!
When I first began piano, I played a song, one verse of which was "up in the sky I am riding so high on a big pink cloud." Ever since then, I sing the song when I see a pink cloud in the sky.
I remember that song! Learning sharps, as I recall. :-)
Cute! :)
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