The Greats: Poems about Characters in Movies & Other Stories

Chapter 5 - Antonio

Barry B. Benson

The bee flew and twirled,

Spun and whirled,

Free from the hive,

Feeling alive.

It flew through the trees,

And in the air,

Spun in the flowers,

Above the grass.

Above the ground,

In the sky.

Then tired he grew,

And so he flew,

In search of a place,

to end his race.

He saw a rose,

Graceful and red,

As he grew near,

He met his greatest fear.

Trapped and hurt,

Still and broken,

Trapped in a force field,

When he had awoken.

For than he fell,

Into soft hands,

Saw a fleshy face,

And was released.

And for he was free,

Once again.

He spun and twirled,

looped and whirled,

Until he would arrive,

Back at the hive.

-Antonio