Monday, June 28, 2010

WOODLAND (Monday Poem)

by Susan Blackaby
from Nest, Nook and Cranny

The sweetest home sweet home must be a hive,
Humming with activities of bees.
They never wipe their feet when they arrive;
They track their tacky nectar where they please.

When the workers' busy workday ends,
They take off in a beeline for the comb
To serve up royal jelly to their friends,
And get the latest buzz from all the drones.

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