Smokey the Bear heads
into the autumn woods
with a red can of gasoline
and a box of wooden matches.
His ranger's hat is cocked
at a disturbing angle.
His brown fur gleams
under the high sun
as his paws, the size
of catcher's mitts,
crackle into the distance.
He is sick of dispensing
warnings to the careless,
the half-wit camper,
the dumbbell hiker.
He is going to show them
how a professional does it.
I always did like Smokey the Bear and now I like him more! Great poem.
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
I dont know why but I find this poem hilarious, dark humor is my favorite kind!
Excellent poem, Professor Bill Collins! Congratulations with The Modern Poem Of The Day
True educative poem, our thoughts are trained here to think about and then add our own response/ Brilliant Professor Bill Collins! Congratulations being chosen so many thimes with so many several poems you created. God's Blessings!
His brown fur gleams under the high sun as his paws, the size of catcher's mitts, crackle into the distance. very good poem. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a good story but i feel that there could have been more added to it. Best regards-Mike Gale.