A conker I found
On the ground.
Still in it’s prickly clothes,
Yet to be disclosed.
“I aught
To leave you here” I thought.
“You may, for all I know
Grow into a great tree”.
But another voice in me
Said “some other will take you away, if I leave you here on the grass
For many people here pass”.
So I took you home
As my own.
On my sill
You sit, waiting to spill
Your seed.
Was it need
Or greed
That made the virile
Sterile.
Would that I could
Get to the root
Of this drying fruit.
K Morris - Poet 
I saw a conker for the first time when I was in England last month. They are so lovely and I took a few photographs of them. This poem really conjures up good memories for me.
I’m glad my poem brings back good memories for you, Robbie. Conkers are wonderful products of nature and I have happy recollections of collecting them (and acorns) with my grandfather as a small boy.