The Bee Fields of Yesteryear

Casting my mind back many a year To childhood days spent catching bees Those long gone memories do bring a tear Playing with friends in the summer breeze A simple jam jar, air holes pierced in the lid Laden with clover and blades of green grass To catch a bumblebee, shear delight for a kid Observing him carefully through the transparent glass Like little scientists we named differing species Terminology I can still recall to this day What a pleasure it is to remember these Adventure along the hills was our kind of play It saddens me today to see young minds so numbed Lush fields of green devoured and disappeared To technology, children have now succumbed Our beautiful world has been commandeered Whilst walking upon a small meadow of green I spotted a young boy with a glass jar in his hand My eyes were aghast at what I’d just seen It seems there’s still hope upon the land I watched from afar as he examined his catch closely Suddenly releasing him and away he did fly With a loving smile, the boy waved him off joyfully As I meandered off into the distance, wiping a tear from my eye