June Bug on a String

In days way back on Tumbling Creek
The latter part of spring
Twas sport for every boy to have
A June bug on a String
The bug would fly like all the rest
But what impressed me so
Was that the length of string controlled
Just how far he could go.
Some migt have thought that he was free
to go his way but still
I held the string that gauged his flight
And pulled him in at will.
A man can get entangled too
No matter when nor where
And set a boundary upon
His freedom then and there.
He may fly high and buz about
And have a mighty fling
But after all he's governed by
The one that hold's the string.
by Richard "Pek" Gunn, Poet Laureate of Tennessee

June Bug on a String

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