The Bees
Bees on the high trees, buzzing like the breeze.
Their boggling tale of wonders makes me freeze.
They gather with their powers
essence of million flowers.
Their sweet golden honey is worth the squeeze.
November 26, 2022
Children's Limerick Poetry Contest (3rd place)
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
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