Ssssh

Listen…

Modern world blocking the transmission?

Too much traffic? 

A world too erratic

 

Does the whispering grass 

still play a tune

Or has brick and mortar 

brought it to ruin?

 

This world is so fast!

Take me back to the past!

It makes such a din

I don't know where to begin!

 

And cars, 

bloody cars everywhere!

If I had any left, 

I'd pull out my hair! 

    

In times of old

Footpaths were the roads

Shanks' pony was the way

To find work or for play

Or to find rest...

With picnic in hand the best!

    

The wind would blow

Through the old-town meadow

Whispering soft tunes

As if from a cello

 

Or at least that's what I heard

(Or my imagination proffered)

It was the sun, you see

Upon the wheat and the grass

Us lazy bees in a honey-glazed mass

 

We buzzed lightly back then

Not much of a sound

A languid summers day

Seemed so easily found

 

 And Mother bee 

could always be found 

Passing sweet lemonade 

and sandwiches around

 

They tasted like heaven

In the glow of the sun

In the warmth of our hive

No need to hurry or run

 

We didn't need much

But the comfort of others

The firm, but loving hands

Of our sisters and brothers

 

But all are now gone

Like the sweet mist of morn

That drifts away gently

To allow a new dawn

 

Nowadays, 

the buzz is too loud 

It fills my old head

Dark clouds through my window

Is what I spy from my bed

 

But if I close my eyes tight

And snuggle right down

I'm back in the old meadow

With that lovely cello sound    

 

 I think this is where I'll stay now

After all, it's where I belong

With all the little bees of old

All happily buzzing along 

 

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