( / Ames, Iowa)

A Birthday Poem

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

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feasting on every green moment till darkness calls, and with the others I walk away into the night, swinging the little tin bell of my name. great expression great 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
i think this poem is about a cow waiting in a pasture for someone carrying a bucket of " foamy white light" ...milk? Maybe it's to mark the anniversary of when he/she was born? ? ? I don't know, it's a very obtuse poem.
พี่สายฟ้า ป้อนน้ำ น้องพายุ รู้จักแบ่งปันตั้งแต่เด็ก ๆ
Thanks to ted looser for making the poem thank you so much
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