Here on a washed away hillslope Water brought an acorn to grope A little clay of Georgia red Put down a tap root and make its bed Took years to grow in this poor soil' But it sustained on water___toil Soil gave what nourishment she could But help from rain that understood Stony soil and hard rocks below Was hurtful when Oak tried to grow The soil strained to give very best Oak was draining the soul of rest This meager soil will starve the Oak No! This Mighty Oak only grows Had that acorn fallen on boulder Would have sent strong root __grown taller This Oak became a Kingly Tree Soil is glad to have been drained free___ Of nourishment that nurtured it Now the rain and sun supplies pith For soil to be greatly replenished So Oak but prospers___soil finished (Idea came after reading Edna St. Vincent Millay..)