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Bees

Surrounded by seas of green, grassy waves, my antenna is tuned to the hum of the bees Alfalfa grows here, with a nectar so pure that it takes me again to the shore of a field I dream of the child who grew up near the rows where my arms and my legs are rolling down hills It tickles my skin, and the pollen begins to take all the spin out of me All the bees scatter 'round in a world going wild, and have stained green, my shins and my knees. I pluck a long stem, it tastes semisweet, yet, the bitterness still lingers on. From my head to my feet, I can't rest in defeat, as sound from the sprinklers resound like the breeze They lull me to sleep Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts......Ts I lie under the sky, and the dream never dies While the wild nest of bees, swarm over my head I am lead to my childhood again Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz.......Bz......Bz __________________________________________________ 9/28/16 Contest: Bees Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton Used the following words: antenna, waves, sky, breeze, nectar, and pollen

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016

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  1. Date: 9/28/2016 6:59:00 PM

    Very well said Carrie-I love the childhood feeling behind it, good luck lady :)-luloo
  1. Date: 9/28/2016 6:35:00 PM

    OK, this one definitely does not resonate with me - it finally happened. I'm so allergic to bees that I can't imagine frolicking and napping under a swarm. That aside, it was a lovely read with a touching, nostalgic childhood element. I enjoyed and I wish you luck in all things ... CayCay

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