Be Nice To Bill Poem by Donal Mahoney
Be Nice To Bill
Before dawn
Bill stoops under
crimson leaves
of the low-hanging
Japanese Maple
and reaches for
the Sunday paper
tossed too far
by a boy on his bike.
A breeze informs
the branches Bill just
got up, no coffee yet.
Tap his head
and say Good Morning.
He'll be back
in a couple of hours
to prune you.
Be nice to Bill.
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dawn ,nature,tree
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