Bunyanesque Poems

Stuck In Amber

I felt utterly sapped to the core
  that glorious August day
  and hence decided to take a rest
  under a massive shade tree
While in such a meditative
  and carefree oblivious state 
  a sticky globule of gooey tar
  oozed loose from a topmost branch
  and headed straight for me
Unbeknownst to this fine fellow
  (rooted in rough hewn
  paul bunyanesque virtue from stem to stern)
  my fate would shortly be sealed
  without any rhyme or resin
  whereby only some accidental discovery
  the only bark of a chance
  that could cast this fledgling poet free
In short shrift the whimsical spree
  to catch at least one hundred winks
  found unexpected immobility to flee
  thenceforth to become a human specimen
  trapped  scores of eons
  for future eyes of the curious to see.