Bees

I envy the busy bee

No one questions you

Watching you buzz from flower to flower

We acknowledge your business is true

However, I’m not a bee

I’m a high school student

Who is being unraveled by life and study

Like a string from a spool

Not like the bee, regardless of my business

Those uninvolved tell me how

Without the slightest hint of honey in their voices

I’ve got it easy now

Kinderdijk

There were two skies that day

One above our heads

One on the water’s surface

Silence blew the

Tall tall grass

And  the Windmills

Waved their long canvas hands

At passers by

The sheep chased the grass

The geese chased the sheep

And we chased them all

Chills

The outside comes in

Wind and cold forget to knock

Through the door they run

River Bend

The water is cold

A change from the beating sun

We dip our paddles

Moved by pushes here and there

Glide through the water