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Where Bumbles Bounce

I've seen the flight of black and gold,
their little fuzzy bodies wing
from lace cap blossoms where they fold
- one final fling for pollen kings.
One final harvest for the queen
and babes the season's end will lose
when Autumn's sting of frosty wean
the death of both, no fate to choose.
Yet through the teeth of winter's chill,
within the nest some chubby stirs
reveal the faith in nature's will 
and quells the voice of those demurred.
  Once more the cycle starts again,
  the gift of life's unbroken chain.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 9/21/2019 8:53:00 PM
A wonderful example of iambic tetrameter Craig.
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Date: 9/20/2019 12:57:00 PM
Nicely written Craig, loved that last line - Life does indeed contain the unbroken chain.
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Date: 9/10/2019 7:43:00 PM
Awesome piece of writing ~ happy I stopped by :)
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Date: 9/9/2019 7:00:00 PM
this is a "buzzy" little write much in so few words.
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Date: 9/9/2019 11:51:00 AM
this is amazing Craig, great example for your can anyone beat this one? great poem my friend :) hugs
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Date: 9/9/2019 7:45:00 AM
Wonderful piece Craig, engaged by every word (not easy to do for me) xomo
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