A PURE TASTE OF HONEYA Poem by ROXANE DORSEY
My pure honey came from a bee.
Sweet as can be. Not one bee, two or three but thousands to pollinate your tree. Perfume flowers lure the workers.
Each bee buzzes back and forth, making sure the queen is rich in liquid happiness. No fussing, no fighting. Sticky work fast as lightening. Bees comes in swarms. If provoked, a black stinger you'll feel. No telling how many points will get you Mother Nature doesn't pay to taste her "B" juice! Is the pain worth the pure taste of Honey? © 2017 ROXANE DORSEYReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 3, 2017 Last Updated on September 16, 2017 AuthorROXANE DORSEYbaltimore, MDAboutlove poetry since it has been embedded in my mind deeply way back when I was 4 years old. A very good reader in pre-school. Nursery rhymes tuned me in even deeper. more..Writing
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