Stuck In Amber Poem by matthew harris

 I felt utterly sapped to the core
that glorious August day
and hence decided to take a rest
under a massive shade tree.

While in such a meditative
and carefree oblivious state
a substantial sticky globule of gooey tar
oozed loose from a topmost branch
and headed inexorably straight for me.

Unbeknownst to this fine limb burr fellow
(with a physique rooted in miniature rough hewn
paul bunyanesque figure from stem to stern)
my fate would shortly be sealed
without any rhyme nor resin

whereby only some accidental discovery
the only bark of a chance
that could cast this fledgling poet free.

In short shrift this whimsical philosophical spree
(imagining myself as a modern day sir issac newton
pitifully waiting for apple to fall on me)
quickly drifted off with heavy eyelids
to catch at least one hundred winks

found unexpected immobility to flee
thenceforth to become a human specimen
trapped scores of eons
for future eyes of curious archeologists to see.