The Swarming Bees

The angry bees or the mild Grew together in the hive in the house next to the tree Although couldn't understand as a child That any of bees would hurt me Those bees mating and taken to flight Would cover and sting anyone in sight Where we all alike hit the dirt lying low Not wanting those bees to sting us that day Now fifty-seven years later remembering you You who was a hero to me that way The orchard probably is not longer there Wonder if those bee hives' boxes still sit Next to the house at the edge of orchard Or did those bees go back into the side The side of the house through that tiny hole Back to their hive and family