While sitting in our screen house I spit out one apple seed. <br />You'd think it would be grateful since from my mouth it had been freed. <br />But no, you ungrateful seed. Instead you turned and looked at me, <br />a frown upon your face, indeed! <br />You landed upon a white-painted floor plank, a few feet from the ground. <br />From there you saw trees and grass and bushes all around. <br />Perhaps you wished you had feet so you could find a spot, <br />to sprout your stuff, instead of sitting idle, a seed without a pot. <br /> <br />[Or maybe you spied my bird feeders, stocked with sunflower and nyjer seed. <br />To them the titmice and chickadees, and goldfinches come to feed. <br />Could you possibly wish, if you could not sprout, ...... <br />to be eaten by a bird and vanish....... until the bird poops you out? ] <br /> <br />Where you landed it does not get wet, and you cannot reach the soil. <br />You look now so unhappy; I think your apple anger is about to boil. <br />I suppose the least I could do is give you a big kick, <br />and knock you off the flooring, onto fertile ground, to grow into a stick. <br /> <br />[But I DIDN'T and now another week's gone by.] <br /> <br />I'm back, my little apple seed, and as I settle into my chair, <br />I notice a marked change in your appearance that last week wasn't there. <br />You no longer frown nor even look at me, sadness and anger are no longer shown, <br />but instead you're just a bored apple seed, like many other seeds I have known. <br /> <br /> <br />(Nov.2012)<br /><br />Bri Edwards<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bored-apple-seed-humor-i-hope/
