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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 Tssss...... Tssss...... Tsssss 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 Bzzzzz...... Bzzzzz....... Bzzzzz...... Bzzzzz....... Bzzzzzzzzzz..... .Bz
__________________________________________________ 9/28/16 Contest judged 9/29/16 Used the following required words: antenna, waves, sky, breeze, nectar, and pollen Resubmitted for Contest: Take The Dagger From My Heart, Please 2 Sponsored by Broken Wings
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La France Avatar
October 16, 2016 at 8:00 PM
Carrie your bee poem is WONDERFUL and congratulations on your win in my contest
Onclaud Avatar
October 15, 2016 at 1:06 AM
creatively crafted, carrie... enjoyed the fine tonality of your lines.. my big congrats on your win..huggs
Arnone Avatar
October 6, 2016 at 8:30 PM
Love your imaginative bee sound effects! :-)
Scars Avatar
September 28, 2016 at 6:59 PM
Very well said Carrie-I love the childhood feeling behind it, good luck lady :)-luloo
Godwin Avatar
September 28, 2016 at 6:35 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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