The Crown

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The Crown David J Walker I can sense the advent of the harvest to come The bees have retreated High on the nectar of a successful hunt Home is the hive Alive with instinct Survive The colony sings in a low hum Of favorite hymn’s sung To the dead queen Who can replace her Among the close cast The vast number of children In line for the thrown A King…in the Queen's domain? I can sense the advent Of the darkness of Another fall Mistaking a bitter fruit for freedom

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 9/23/2022 7:47:00 AM

Well done with metaphor. Each generation must figure out its future - bright, divisive, thinking better than parents or a product of continued wisdom and how it will affect all (in the course of a new reign). Fave…to read and relish again.

David Walker
Date: 9/25/2022 5:24:00 AM

Thanks again, Kim. What an incredible marker in history to have lived through. I admire her for remaining above fray.