Bumble Bounce

Winnie the Pooh never knew the trek that honey seekers tread that mysterious drive askew that drove them to the fragrance of a hidden bed and a hundred blushing blossoms bounce and prance with soft fuzzy cuddlers touching nature's circumstance; and I, the sentient but distant bumbling observer see life follows the plans and path like tiny insect feet, a worker neither drone nor queen gathering the memories of where I've been, moments reminiscent of time spent in pondering those wonderful experiences to life's many wanderings, ever on the mend seeking new finds around the bend with my poetry and journals, today do I poorly tend remembering all the good times as well as bad life still has dreams and hopes, both happy and sad accepting today as it is without regrets holding to tomorrow, don't count me out, I'm not done yet. for Craig Cornish's contest when Bumbles Bounce 9/20/19