A Drone No More
Beyond the safety of the trees
In heaven’s realm of azure seas
Relying on the lifting breeze
Defying earth’s unwelcome hold
Serenely soaring as they please.
A feathered freedom calls to me
Neath humbling burdens of a bee
Despite the heart of one who’s free
Before I’m crushed beneath the strain
Escape, I must, this droning bane
Emerging bravely from my hive
Swept up, my flight I will obtain.
(For the Birds and the Bees contest)
I wrote this while trapped in the car pick up lane today, where I felt a bit too much like a
drone bee!
Copyright © Kris Walters | Year Posted 2010
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