Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Quatrain

Bickerstaffe

Never angling for a laugh
I call myself just 'bickerstaffe;'
an English clan devoid of fame,
a plain and simple family name.

I mused, then through the ages cast
in hopes to find a storied past
to find my folk had expertise
in cultivating honey-bees. 

I prize my humble pedigree
and praise the noble honey-bee
for all the sweetness that it brings
if I can just avoid those stings!

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Trevor Mcleod May 25, 2015 at 1:52 PM Very well done Keith. A great story and well thought out. Keith Bickerstaffe May 25, 2015 at 2:07 PM Thanks Trevor! much appreciated... Keith

Joe Maverick May 20, 2015 at 5:22 PM Hello there Keith, love this strong;sweet piece..' how are you by the way.? Keith Bickerstaffe May 20, 2015 at 8:22 PM Doing just fine! Thanks for asking, and thanks for the kind words. Keith

Ilene Bauer May 20, 2015 at 3:33 PM sounds like a fine and proud occupation! i'd embrace it, too (but not too closely, as your last line says!). i found out that bauer (my married name) means "peasant" - i'd prefer bee-keeper! great poem, keith... Keith Bickerstaffe May 20, 2015 at 4:06 PM Thanks again, my dear! It's always a pleasure to hear from you. Keith