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Bees Play

In a field of white daisies I sit Watching the bees go by Pollinating each individual petal By ways At which I don’t understand But creating the wondrous nectar Within their honeycomb homes Severance Pay for the stings I received Laughing at the folly of the day I sit Watching the bees go by Russell Sivey

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Heidi Sands

Date: 7/28/2017 7:38:00 AM

This is very nice Russell. I can just see it :)

Jack Horne

Date: 7/27/2017 11:51:00 AM

lovely write - grrrreat to see you back here, my friend. have you finished your course now?

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 7/27/2017 7:59:00 AM

I have the same experience on my roof top garden my good friend, Russell! Of course I have not written something so beautiful for those " Miracle workers of God" but I found them wondrous insects as wondrous is your poem my friend!

Jan Allison

Date: 7/27/2017 7:43:00 AM

What wonderful insects these industrious little creatures are Russell. Sadly i am seeing fewer in my garden and greenhouse this year and so far I have only seen one wasp (not that I am complaining lol) :-) hugs jan xx