Bill Simmons


The Seed - Poem by Bill Simmons

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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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, January 31, 2011


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