Sir BumbleA Poem by Sam Freelandlife is everywhereAs I watched Sir Bumble Run across the driveway I wondered what tragedy Had befallen him this day So used to soaring On wings so thin Now he was running On six legs to carry him I called to ask A pointless effort He kept going fast Hoping his tiny legs would last So easy for us To take life for granted We shouldn't believe We are that enchanted Sir Bumble somehow knew That if he couldn't run The end would come shortly His life would be through Life on this planet Is a struggle everywhere Take care of yourself You may be the only one to care © 2008 Sam Freeland |
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1 Review Added on February 6, 2008 AuthorSam FreelandChocorua, NHAboutThe reading we do and those we help will determine our everlasting value as a human. more..Writing
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