Forty thousand little buzzy busy bees
Live inside the hive that hangs among the trees.
Daily they go buzzing through the countryside,
Looking for a source of sweetness to imbibe.
Pollinating crops and veg'tables and trees,
And within the hive creating honey sweet.
When the season's right, the keeper goes around
Raiding hives, and taking stashes that are found.
James speaks of a farmer who waits patiently;
This, too, could be said of one who tends the bee:
Moved by expectation of the precious fruit
Which rewards the diligence in this pursuit.
For that coming day, though far away it be,
I too wait, with anxious longing, eagerly;
In the fruit of my hands' labor I will share,
Having built the beehives that are hanging there.
Monday, April 17, 2006
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1 comments:
Bees, bees, glorious bees! I hope your labor is a SWEET success! :D
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