Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Oak Spoke

Woodpecker, pecking my wood, would

You peck memoirs from this oak tree?

I know I pick a pecker good

To tell the telling truth of me.

I've sapped along 500 years,

Felt many storms that thundered by.

Man's fingerprinted me with fears

Of killing me, I don't know why.

But tree for all seasons, I still

Stand here and welcome birds like you

To visit, and I know you will

Tell others I am a friend true.

You are an acorn woodpecker, so

Please take my best acorn when you go.