IÂ took an acorn and put it in a pot.
I then covered it with earth, not a lot.
Great pleasure was mine watching it grow.
The first budding green came ever so slow.
I watered my plant twice a week
I knew I would transplant it down by the creek.
One day it will be a giant oak,Â
To shield me from the sun a sheltering cloak.
Lovers will carve their initials in the bark,Â
An arrow through a heart they will leave their mark.
It will shelter those caught in a fine summers rain,Â
Under its leafy bows joy will be again.Â
Creatures of the wilds will claim it for their own,Â
Squirrels will reside here in their own home.
Birds will build nests and raise their young,Â
They will sing melodies a chorus well sung.
Under it’s branches grass will grow,Â
Here and there a wild flower it’s head will show.
My oak tree for hundreds of years will live.
Perhaps the most important thing I had to give.
Although an oak apple looks like a fruit, it is actually a deformed leaf hanging by its stem or petiole on the underside of oak leaves. Gall wasps form oak apples. In summer, the female wasp injects its eggs into the leaves of oak trees. The larvae that hatch inside the leaf are small and round. As they grow, they cause a chemical reaction that forms a gall around the larvae. These larvae eat and grow within the gall before emerging as adult wasps
This is the third of my caches to increase the basic caches in the area to encourage my Guides to participate in the new Girlguiding UK Geocache badge
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