Billy Collins (22 March 1941 - / New York City)
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Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
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Mr. Collins I love your work...I have dog eared all of your books that we have in my Wilton library. It ain't Alexandria but hasn't burnt down so if I see smokey in town I'll dial 911. Love this
I always did like Smokey the Bear and now I like him more! Great poem.
Funny and cute.....
I think it's funny. I knew that smokey was a hipocrit. For all we know, he smokes. It just shows you what the world we live in is like. Oh well, we will figure out what to do with ourselves sooner or late.- Your critic, Nathan Markowitz
Good ol' Smokey, it was just a metter of time before he'd snap. I wonder if Woodsy the owl is going along with it?
It is a good story but i feel that there could have been more added to it. Best regards-Mike Gale.