In praise of the beautiful bee.A Poem by Beccy" a sonnet of sorts. "I once met a bee with a man in his bonnet, so I sat myself down and I wrote him a sonnet, with words honey sweet calculated to soothe the path of his flight from erratic to smooth. 'Oh little Bee, thou art the noblest thing, supping sweet nectar as the sun beams down; dappling upon thy clever, clever wing, more gossamer than any silken gown: that in thy enterprise is lost from sight, beating more fast than any eye can tell; as though some godly hand has give thee flight, whilst on this mortal clay I sadly dwell: And as you drink of mother nature's wine, she smiles, indulgent to your every need; for thou art perfect in your sweet design, and she has oh so many mouths to feed: So take thy fill, let all thy goodness flow, for thou art born to make the flowers grow. With humble apologies to the Bard. :)) © 2020 BeccyReviews
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Added on December 11, 2019Last Updated on January 7, 2020 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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