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About This Poem
Tiny Warriors
Rocket from your tree
Speeding toward the yellow and red target you see
Angrier than a stepped on honey bee
Inspiring your rabid attack, like a flea
Tiny warriors doing aerial battle
Hovering in and out of a man made flower
Fighting over the sweet nectar that brings power
Appearing, as though, your wings move 400 miles per hour
Your throats are bleeding red
While your swords stab again and again
Determined to be the first to free sugar water from its plastic pen
Fueling your mission to power your Zen
Pointing your compass to where it’s warmer
Your internal gauge tells you the days are getting shorter
Off on your journey without the benefit of a porter
Traveling to a land south of the border
Marching in a zigzag line
With every opportunity sipping on nature’s nectar wine
Relocating to where the weather remains prime
Awaiting the time for nature’s General to signal another battle chime
By: Richard J. Long – June 2011
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