David Walker Poet Rhyme

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The Crown

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 September 23, 2022 at 7:47 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 September 25, 2022 at 5:24 AM Thanks again, Kim. What an incredible marker in history to have lived through. I admire her for remaining above fray.