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beekeeper's song
telling the bees
He is not worthy of the honeycomb
That shuns the hive because the bees have stings. —William Shakespeare
who will go and tell my honey bees when i am gone
for i have no earthly friends, except my bees alone
i have never known by lesson that they carry stings
for they only cool my troubles with their healing wings
legends say hives know of marriages and deaths and births
tales of ancient egypt, river nile, and celtic mirth
midnight hums on christmas day i cannot speak about
for such myths survive not in the fire of Christian doubt
lores from mystic climes my colonies cannot recount
tho ‘tis heaven’s grace alone that fills their surple fount
law and order is the custom of their rulership
kingdom choked with mating drones, workers with dancing hips
fertile ‘lizabethan queen refusing no advance
lest a lapse where duty calls should alter circumstance
pollinate while sun is hot, make hay while daylight shines
who can own the future, only now is truly mine
symbiotic symmetry my bees and me unite
red for them means no alarm, their stings give me no fright
but i have no earthly friends, except for these alone
who will go and tell my honey bees when i am gone
© Copyright 2019 December 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
He is not worthy of the honeycomb
That shuns the hive because the bees have stings. —William Shakespeare
who will go and tell my honey bees when i am gone
for i have no earthly friends, except my bees alone
i have never known by lesson that they carry stings
for they only cool my troubles with their healing wings
legends say hives know of marriages and deaths and births
tales of ancient egypt, river nile, and celtic mirth
midnight hums on christmas day i cannot speak about
for such myths survive not in the fire of Christian doubt
lores from mystic climes my colonies cannot recount
tho ‘tis heaven’s grace alone that fills their surple fount
law and order is the custom of their rulership
kingdom choked with mating drones, workers with dancing hips
fertile ‘lizabethan queen refusing no advance
lest a lapse where duty calls should alter circumstance
pollinate while sun is hot, make hay while daylight shines
who can own the future, only now is truly mine
symbiotic symmetry my bees and me unite
red for them means no alarm, their stings give me no fright
but i have no earthly friends, except for these alone
who will go and tell my honey bees when i am gone
© Copyright 2019 December 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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