A noble subject for my verse
So let us home in on the bee
Whose efforts always guarantee
That in this mad world we survive
As its purveying pollen drive
And bold, engaging springtime dance,
Fertilize our crops and plants.
Four large hives once stood next door
A swarm had settled on shed door
The neighbour put them all to sleep
Their honeycomb was gold and sweet.
I remember flowers round the lawn
And gentle buzzing wings at dawn
But, as a child, I did not know
Their vital role in this fine show.
Unlike the wasp, that garden pest,
Bees, God's creatures, do their best
To make our lives rich and intense
Their sting, their fatal self-defence...
Industrial farming, pesticides
Often Nature's ways derides
But sans our humble friend the Bee,
You and I would cease to be ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
The title, slightly adapted, comes from Shakespeare's Macbeth ...
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