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

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Thanks to ted looser for making the poem thank you so much
It is a nice poem but not about birthdadays thanks
I don’t like the poem at all, it’s nothin to do with birthdays. Never coming back here again
this poem is really very bad
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