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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I wandered down the forest way out into clearing bright flowers wild in breezes sway burnished in the noon day light drowsy from the heat I stray beneath a drooping limb above I hear a scolding jay as weary eyes go dim I fell into a heavy trance astrally I seemed to rise Is this a vision quest perchance? or just a heavy mid-day meal (that's how I'd surmise!) but wafting up the path toward a giant hivelike pod of black from its gaping maw a torrent poured and casts me rough upon my back stunned I stared up to the sky and felt a creature on my chest scuttled up and stared into my eye a strange chimera queerly dressed bulbous eyes, antennae whipped abdomen striped black and yellow with a stinger poisoned dipp'd a hellish looking fearful fellow! aghast was I when first he spoke and gathered 'round me all the clan for in a woman's voice it spoke (Oh! She's not a bloke!) "we've come to warn you, son of man! for centuries we've toiled afield from blossoms taken nectar’s drop so all of men enjoy our yield and harvest fruitful crop but soon, so soon the season nears for all my children here to swarm so from the feast come famine years forgetting summers bright and warm we are the few, the last breath of our kind and must needs take to flight and to shortsighted men so blind we grieve at future's blight so to you who lay there struck so dumb we offer this lucid trance that mayhaps it's just a world grown numb and can be saved (perchance)" and all at once they're gone and snapping to my feet I see I'd slept through night to dawn and sweating in a sultry heat rushing home through lea and vale I stop all the workers in the grove gather round to tell my tale of the future's thread we wove and as I spoke I swear on high a honeybee flew near with knowing eyes and a grateful sigh she and her sisters lingered here...
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