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.

by Ted Kooser

Comments (21)

SOMETHING SWEET & WONDERFUL
THAT SHOULD BE THE BEST DAY OF YOUR LIFE.
THIS SHOULD BE THE HAPPIEST TIME OF YEAR FOR YOUR LIFE
wow nice awesome one.......
awsmm..... well done
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