The Seed Poem by Bill Simmons
The Seed
Hear the wind
In the distance crying
Someone weeps
An old man dying
Children play
And some are fishing
And did you see
The seed beneath the apple tree
See the moon
And above the stars
Wished upon
By so many troubled hearts
It makes no difference
Who or why we are
Blowing in the breeze
The seed of the apple tree
copyright 2007 Bill Simmons
AKA BillWilliamStar
BillWilliamStar@aol.com
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